Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 846: He’s Throwing a Tantrum

Eli Sheridan was surprised at his sensitivity but didn’t deny it, "It’s our little secret."

As a small and weak child, he had no way to protect his mother and sister, so he could only grow step by step, forcing himself to mature through blood and sweat.

In this way, he could develop strong and resilient wings, so that on a day with seemingly no hope for the future, he could still create a safe place for the people he loved.

He wanted her to live a life of peace and without worry.

That’s the reason he learned martial arts.

Eli Sheridan watched Ann Vaughn’s cheerful figure from afar, the Buddha beads at his fingertips rolling, producing a gentle and pleasant sound.

It was like a silent valley finally echoing a sound.

...

Ann Vaughn jogged to the lawn, and the anticipated fierce scene didn’t appear.

Cyrus Hawthorne and Wilder Sheridan walked back side by side, looking just fine, not bending over to vomit, and uninjured.

"Sis!" Wilder Sheridan’s eyes, looking a lot like Ann Vaughn’s, lit up when he saw her, "We just went racing, too bad you missed it. Cian was absolutely cool at the continuous S bends!"

Ann Vaughn: ??? You come back once and you’re already calling him brother-in-law?

Last night, you were still telling me on WeChat that if Cyrus wanted to marry me, it would be over your dead body?

Talk about changing tunes, little brother.

Ann Vaughn, both amused and speechless, handed them a handkerchief.

Wilder Sheridan took it, looking brightly at Cyrus, "Brother-in-law, can we race again next time?"

Cyrus Hawthorne nodded, "Anytime."

"Brother-in-law, so straightforward!" Wilder said, then slid over to Ann Vaughn’s side and gave her a bear hug, "Sis, you’re the best!"

After saying that, Wilder shot off like his pants were on fire, not giving Ann Vaughn a chance to tease him.

Ann Vaughn sighed softly, "You think I’m the best just because I found you a brother-in-law who can race? Silly kid."

While grumbling, she felt an arm tighten around her waist.

The scent of masculine hormones enveloped her from all sides. Her cheeks turned warm, and she couldn’t help but push Cyrus Hawthorne’s chest, "... You’re hugging me too tight; you’re squishing me."

"Hmm?" Cyrus’s low voice brushed her ear, carrying a bit of hoarseness, "He can hug you but I can’t?"

"... He’s my brother!"

"He’s a man."

Ann Vaughn’s cheeks burned hotter. She thought to herself, what on earth are you jealous of, then stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his lips.

"Is this okay now?"

Seeing her red, sweetly fierce face, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes gleamed with a slight smile. He took her small hand and held it, "It’s acceptable."

Ann Vaughn lightly snorted, thinking how he gets jealous just from a kid hugging her once.

If he knew she’d once appeared on Gothasen’s newspaper pages and at parties with Warren Vance under the guise of "marriage"...

Ann Vaughn’s eyes unknowingly dimmed. She shook her head forcefully, trying to cast out those thoughts.

She had already left that hell far behind. Whatever she had experienced there, it no longer concerned her.

No need to fear.

"What are you thinking about?" Mid-ponder, Cyrus’s low inquiry reached her ears.

Ann Vaughn gradually came back to reality, her eyes slowly refocusing.

"Oh, nothing." Ann Vaughn awkwardly brushed aside the hair from her forehead, casually saying, "I was just thinking how the kid likes you so much, and because of that, I became the best person in his eyes."

Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment, a hint of contemplation rising in his dark eyes, then quickly disappearing.

He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and led her back toward the villa.

"He said that not because of me."

"Then why?"

"Guess."

"..."

...

When Cyrus went upstairs to shower, Ann Vaughn went downstairs alone.

Unexpectedly, right at the staircase entrance, she bumped into a familiar figure.

Ann Vaughn quickly stepped back to avoid the awkwardness of crashing into that person.

Upon a closer look, it was none other than Jane Sheridan, who was supposed to have left the Sheridan Family...

"Why are you here?!" At the sight of Ann Vaughn, Jane Sheridan’s grievances and resentment reached their peak, and she sharply questioned.

This reminded Ann Vaughn of her first visit to the Sheridan Family when she accidentally entered the "forbidden room" and Jane questioned her in the same manner.

Time had passed, yet she was being questioned once more.

"I should be asking you that." Ann Vaughn turned her head slightly, calmly saying, "This is my home."

Jane Sheridan almost bit through her silver teeth in rage.

No wonder Grandma and Dad couldn’t wait to send her away, even ignoring her while she was ill!

All for welcoming this woman back!

Jane’s chest heaved with hatred, her eyes flashed with malice, and she strode forward to slam into Ann Vaughn’s shoulder—

Missed.

Ann Vaughn sidestepped to avoid Jane’s hit, but Jane couldn’t stop herself in time and fell to her knees on the cold floor.

"You—"

"You shouldn’t have forgotten how Cynthia Vaughn pushed me down the stairs, causing me to miscarry, right?" Ann Vaughn lowered her head slightly, her dark hair falling by her cheeks, barely brushing past the corners of her eyes, highlighting her cold and daunting eyes.

Jane Sheridan was terrified, clenching her hands against the floor, her body inexplicably trembling.

Ann Vaughn remembered everything?!

But what of it? She had no evidence to accuse her!

Ann had no patience to wait for Jane’s response, she bent slightly and looked her in the eye, saying word by word, "Behave yourself, your gift will be delivered to you."

Jane Sheridan’s throat tightened, wanting to speak but not able to utter a word, only watching as Ann Vaughn’s figure faded into the distance.

Jane had intentionally left a few things at the Sheridan Family before leaving, creating a pretext to return when she had the chance.

Thinking today was the perfect opportunity, she hadn’t expected Ann Vaughn to come back at such a critical moment...

Oblivious to all this, Ann Vaughn walked into the living room to watch TV with Old Mrs. Sheridan.

Stanley Sheridan, with a finance newspaper in hand, sat on the large sofa nearby, his face stern, looking even more unapproachable.

"Don’t mind your dad, he’s just having a little tantrum." Old Mrs. Sheridan, worried that Stanley would scare Ann, glared at him and then placed a fruit platter prepared by the servant next to Ann.

Stanley’s ever-stoic expression slightly cracked.

"Grandma, you have some." Ann handed a banana to Old Mrs. Sheridan, then affectionately squeezed her shoulders and softly asked, "Grandma, have you met him?"

Old Mrs. Sheridan’s eyes crinkled with laughter, "He came to visit me in the attic first thing when he arrived. He’s a well-mannered, outstanding kid, and his looks are quite refined, very well-matched with our Sweetie."