Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 868: You’re Still So Naive

Later she really fainted, but due to the untreated wound and being drenched by the rain, it led to infected pain. Even in her coma, Ann Vaughn’s senses were still strongly aware of it.

Yet oddly enough, ever since she woke up, she hadn’t felt a bit of pain, just fatigue and weakness.

What’s going on?

Ann Vaughn reached out to touch her arm but was surprised not to feel any scar, her skin was smooth and delicate, unlike it had ever been injured.

"How could this be?"

If Ann Vaughn could see right now, she would definitely notice that the cross-hatched scars on her body had miraculously healed without leaving a trace.

"Gothasen has countless famous medicines, it’s not surprising." Warren Vance’s dark red eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the cloth covering Ann Vaughn’s eyes had soaked up more blood.

But isn’t this medicine unbelievable...

Ann Vaughn thought to herself, recalling the bottle of medicine Warren Vance had given her before, which could heal a wound in less than two days with just a smear.

He must have used that on her.

At that moment, Ann Vaughn heard him getting up.

Warren Vance walked aside to fetch the medicine and replacement gauze and then sat cross-legged in front of Ann Vaughn.

"I’ll change your medicine, don’t move."

"..." Ann Vaughn was again surprised, and when the gauze was removed from her eyes, she finally mustered a few words: "Do you know how to change it?"

Could she trust someone who couldn’t tell the difference between gauze and bandages?

A smile flitted across Warren Vance’s eyes, "After three days, a man must be looked at with new eyes."

Ann Vaughn: ... Is his S Country language that good??

As proof, Warren Vance indeed wasn’t exaggerating, in less than three minutes, he’d reapplied the medicine and covered her eyes with a layer of gauze to prevent bacteria from re-infecting her eyes.

Ann Vaughn tried to open her eyes a crack, but any slight exertion caused unbearable pain, and she had to give up.

Even though her heart was in turmoil, she could only comfort herself.

Anyway, being able to save a life was already a great blessing.

"By the way, how long have I been unconscious?" Ann Vaughn asked.

Warren Vance gently bandaged her eyes and replied, "Four days."

Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows, it had been so long, and she had no idea how Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny were...

But despite her curiosity, she didn’t ask Warren Vance if she could borrow his phone.

Don’t let his seemingly gentle manner fool you, underneath that gentleness often lay deadly intents.

The more she wanted to leave, the more he’d find ways to keep her, by any means necessary.

As Ann Vaughn fell into deep thought, Warren Vance’s low chuckle suddenly reached her ears, "If you’re thinking about escaping, save your energy, you won’t get out."

Having lost her once, nearly costing her life where he couldn’t see.

Warren Vance won’t give her a third chance to escape.

Ann Vaughn shuddered inside, her slender fingers gripped tight, forced a calm facade, "That’s not certain, unless you have someone watch me all the time."

"To give you a chance to disguise yourself as someone else and escape?" Warren Vance twirled a lock of Ann Vaughn’s hair, his eyes slightly narrowed, "Dear, you’re still so naive."

Ann Vaughn: "..."

Damn.

Is this guy becoming supernatural?!

Exhausted beyond words, Ann Vaughn simply brushed aside the issue and asked, "How did you find me?"

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it was a fact that Warren Vance saved her.

"By chance." Warren Vance wasn’t about to elaborate, as it wasn’t a warm fairy tale and would only scare her.

As long as those people never appeared in front of her again, that was enough.

Ann Vaughn didn’t say more, but she recalled Hugo Sullivan’s fanatical and nearly insane smile she saw before passing out, which made her tremble all over.

No wonder every time Hugo Sullivan looked at her, his eyes were shy, and his ears were flushed, yet it didn’t seem like he was looking at a person.

It was more like seeing something that could inspire him.

Terrifying.

"There’s nothing to fear, he’ll never appear in front of you again in this life." Seeing her worry, Warren Vance spoke.

The moment she heard this, Ann Vaughn clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, shocked inside.

Hugo Sullivan was dead?!

"...Thank you for saving me." She lowered her head and said softly.

Warren Vance raised an eyebrow in surprise, slightly taken aback that she said that.

Yet it truly pleased him.

"Do you want some ice cream?" Warren Vance remembered Ann Vaughn loved eating those.

If Ann Vaughn could see now, she would definitely look at him like he was an idiot, "What’s this? Change your mind and want me dead?"

"..."

Days passed, and her eye injury showed no sign of improvement, which depressed Ann Vaughn’s mood.

She couldn’t see, meaning she couldn’t perform acupuncture or concoct her medicine, and even needed assistance from maids for washing and bathing, making everything inconvenient.

She couldn’t find even a phone line in the room, and whenever she asked the maid to borrow one, the response was always ’His Highness hasn’t permitted it.’

If this continues, Ann Vaughn feared she might just kick the bucket.

"Princess, the weather outside is lovely today, may I take you for a walk in the garden to clear your mind?" A maid asked gently.

No matter how Ann Vaughn corrected her title these past days, the maid insisted on calling her that, so Ann Vaughn didn’t bother wasting her breath.

Ann Vaughn turned her head expressionlessly, "Your Highness will let me out of this room?"

"The Princess misunderstood, His Highness only didn’t want to strain your body and has kept you in the room to recover for your faster recovery."

"Let’s leave it at that." Ann Vaughn got up and intuitively walked towards the door.

In these days, she’d familiarized herself with the furniture layout and the route from the bed to the door.

Once she figures out the terrain outside, she’ll eventually find a chance to leave.

In the central garden.

The maid supported Ann Vaughn forward as they walked, occasionally telling her jokes to lighten the mood, coupled with a sweet demeanor, Ann Vaughn found it hard to keep a cold face.

But given what had happened before, Ann Vaughn couldn’t be too friendly with her.

"Princess, would you like to swing? Betty can push you."

Ann Vaughn shook her head, "No need, I just want to bask in the sun."

Although she couldn’t see the garden, the rich floral fragrance that wafted over immediately relaxed Ann Vaughn’s tense nerves.

"Then let me help you over to the wicker chair," Betty said considerately.

Ann Vaughn had just sat down when two shrill female voices suddenly came from behind her.

"Oh, when did a blind person come to the Royal City, turns out it’s our esteemed First Royal Consort."

"If this was seen by Gothasen’s people, who’s face would be lost, I wonder, haha."