Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 950: Die Together with Him

She had just come in for less than a minute, and he wanted to get straight to the point, how eager!

As Ann Vaughn spoke, her face grew redder, completely unaware of the teasing look in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes.

"I just wanted you to look at this information, why is it impure?"

"You want me to—uh, what?" Ann Vaughn hadn’t finished her sentence, when she saw the file folder in Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand, her mind went blank.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curled slightly, then he raised the file folder in his hand, "Haven’t you been murmuring all day that Wilder Sheridan looks a lot like you? So I asked someone to look into his information."

Ann Vaughn was stunned.

Indeed, on the way to the hospital, she had been nagging about this matter.

But that’s not the point now—

"So you asked me to meet you for this information?!"

"What did you think?" Cyrus Hawthorne casually placed the file on the table, crossed his arms, and walked slowly toward her, "What did you think I wanted? Hmm?"

Ann Vaughn could only retreat step by step until her back was against the wall, and there was no more room to retreat. She felt like a cooked shrimp in full blush, wishing she could curl up completely!

James Vaughn just wanted to give her this information, that’s why he called her into the room!

But she actually thought he, he—

Ah!!

She might as well die!!

If her inner thoughts could be projected, undoubtedly, Ann Vaughn could perform an entire stage play all by herself.

Ann Vaughn was utterly embarrassed, but Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t give her a chance to escape, moved slightly closer to her, and whispered, "Why aren’t you talking? Weren’t you quite chatty just now?"

The warm breath came over, forming an invisible air bubble that tightly encircled Ann Vaughn.

She didn’t dare to breathe heavily, her long lashes trembled nervously, her eyes flickered, unconsciously revealing a charm more captivating than usual.

This allure, even she was unaware of, making it all the more lethal.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed twice.

"When you openly fancied my abs, you weren’t shy, but why are you scared now?"

This statement instantly pulled back Ann Vaughn’s wavering mind.

The embarrassment almost shot through the top of her head!

"You, you, you—" Ann Vaughn widened her eyes and stared at him, "So you heard everything that day!? Then why did you pretend not to hear?"

"I thought you’d prefer me not knowing." Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow.

Even if that’s true, could Ann Vaughn admit it??

Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, decisively covered her right hand, "My hand started hurting again. I need to go back and sleep. Anything else we can talk about tomorrow!"

With that, she took off running.

Cyrus Hawthorne grasped her slender wrist, his voice smiling, "Your hand hurts, doesn’t it? I’ll have a doctor look at it for you." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"No, no need, I’ll be fine after a nap. It’s probably just nerve pain, not serious, I’ll be fine after some rest!"

"Since it’s not serious, it won’t hurt to leave later."

"..."

After a lengthy standoff, Ann Vaughn pretended to be calm and said to Cyrus Hawthorne, "It seems I need a more considerate boyfriend, don’t you think?"

Unexpectedly, the next second, her body was lifted into the air, startling her into instinctively grabbing onto something.

Cyrus Hawthorne picked her up horizontally and walked out of the room with long strides.

"What are you doing?" Ann Vaughn asked in panic.

"Taking you back to your room."

"...But it’s my hand that’s hurt, not my leg, I can walk on my own!"

"Then what can I do?" Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled lowly, "To avoid being replaced by my girlfriend, please bear with me."

Ann Vaughn: "..."

...

It wasn’t until past two in the morning that Ann Vaughn escaped her swirling thoughts and sank into a deep sleep.

Cyrus Hawthorne led Breeze into the guestroom as usual to check on her.

"The memory of the Vaughn Clinic doesn’t affect her, nor does the appearance of Wilder Sheridan, could that mean her memory is starting to recover?" Cyrus Hawthorne asked in a low voice, sounding even deeper.

"Not necessarily, it’s also possible that neither of these is the root cause of her amnesia." Breeze continued his examination while explaining, "Even if she doesn’t reject these memories, it doesn’t mean she can remember everything."

The most troublesome part is the memory that Ann Vaughn actively rejects.

That is—

Breeze glanced at Cyrus Hawthorne’s darkened expression and wisely stopped speaking.

After a long silence, Cyrus Hawthorne spoke again: "What she rejects is likely the memory of when she shot and injured me, can a solution be found from this?"

Sept once said it was Ann Vaughn who volunteered to stay behind, insisting they leave first.

She didn’t know his heart had a unique position, different from ordinary people, so she likely thought he would die.

Thus she chose to stay, not just to cover their retreat.

Fearfully, at that moment, she intended to—die with him.

In the room, only two wall lamps were lit, providing barely enough light for Breeze.

The place where Cyrus Hawthorne stood was shrouded in shadow, seemingly abandoned by light; any hint of brightness would be swallowed.

There’s never been such a foolish girl.

He was her man, what did a little injury count for?

Even if he died, so what if he died by her hands?

Ann Vaughn had likely never known, nor dared to think—

To Cyrus Hawthorne, a wound piercing his heart was less significant than a single tear of hers.

Hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s words, Breeze’s expression turned a bit heavy, "If it’s because of this, making her regain memory would require the same scenario to happen again."

But clearly, that’s impossible.

"Don’t worry too much, Miss Vaughn doesn’t get a headache when she hears your name now, showing she’s beginning to recover." Breeze said, "Once her damaged spirit fully heals, it won’t be long before her memory returns."

"It better be so." Cyrus Hawthorne murmured, looking down.

...

The next day.

Ann Vaughn initially planned to make the Ice Skin Pill to oppose the Lockwood Family, but after Sherry sent her the ingredients of their youth-maintaining potion, she changed her mind.

From the ingredient analysis, the Lockwood Family’s potion was just of average level. It’s true it could maintain the skin, but keeping youth and beauty unaging was a fantasy.

Even a superior level product could only slow skin aging, the effects weren’t as miraculous.

This was why Ann Vaughn was reluctant to make such potions.

After flipping through some medical books, Ann Vaughn headed to the Vaughn Clinic, leaving Wilder Sheridan’s information behind.

Not long after entering the lab, Ann Vaughn demonstrated the steps of extracting herbal essence to Sherry based on her own ideas.

After succeeding once more, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but smile.