Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 957: Sleeping Pills

Raising her eyes and not seeing Cyrus Hawthorne’s figure, Ann Vaughn walked closer and found him lying on the sofa, taking a nap.

His left arm was behind his head, his long legs slightly bent, and the whole person looked lazy and casual.

It was completely different from his usual serious, elegant demeanor, yet his masculine charm was stronger than ever.

Ann Vaughn’s little heart inexplicably beat faster, and she leaned on the back of the sofa, asking softly, "Why are you sleeping here? Isn’t there a bed?"

"I took a little nap while waiting for you." Cyrus Hawthorne slowly sat up, rubbed his palm over his temples, and looked sideways at her, "Come here."

Whether it was Ann Vaughn’s illusion or not, James Vaughn seemed to have added a touch of

predatory nature.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but shrink her neck, and after hesitating for a while, she walked over, and as she approached, she was pulled into his arms.

The moment their lips met, the warm and soft touch instantly occupied Ann Vaughn’s entire nerves, making her scalp tingle and her whole body tremble like electricity.

Her eyes widened slightly, momentarily forgetting to move.

The man held her slender waist with one hand, while the other gently pressed on the back of her neck, kissing her forcefully yet tenderly.

His tongue brushed past the slightly dry lips of Ann Vaughn, then to her shyly clenched teeth, not hurrying to invade, but slowly and gently coaxing her to open her mouth.

Once the fortress fell, what awaited was an endless plunder and capture.

Until the temperature in the room rose, and the little thing in his arms turned red and hot from shyness, Cyrus Hawthorne finally released her lips that had been ravaged to the point of dripping red.

Breathing fresh air, Ann Vaughn instantly felt like a drowning person saved, finally alive again.

For a brief moment, she almost thought James Vaughn was going to consume her...

Thinking of this, an inexplicable fear rose in Ann Vaughn’s heart.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Have you been taking sleeping pills recently?"

Both of them spoke almost simultaneously.

Realizing what Cyrus Hawthorne asked, Ann Vaughn paused slightly; she had been taking sleeping pills only when she couldn’t sleep after getting up at night.

Even Kenny didn’t know about this, so how did James Vaughn find out?

Detecting the confusion in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, Cyrus Hawthorne explained slowly, "On the night you were drunk, an empty pill bottle fell out of your bag."

Due to the emotional moment earlier, his voice at this moment was like the sound of bamboo leaves brushing by the ear, deep and hoarse.

Those dark eyes locked tightly on Ann Vaughn’s face, not missing a beat.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but avoid his probing gaze, her lips pressed tightly.

Because I dream every night of a man whose face I can’t see clearly, causing sleepless nights, so I need to use sleeping pills to calm my mood.

A response like this, how could Ann Vaughn possibly say it out loud?

What if James Vaughn misunderstood that she had someone else in her heart, and thought she wanted to have it both ways?

But she equally didn’t want to lie to him...

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

A dark shadow flickered in Cyrus Hawthorne’s black eyes as he raised his hand to rub the top of her head, not forcing her to answer.

Feeling slightly disappointed.

After all, she still couldn’t trust him.

Unintentionally meeting Cyrus Hawthorne’s slightly disappointed narrow eyes, Ann Vaughn felt a pinch deep in her heart, sour and tight, her throat tightening.

Wanting to explain but unable to utter a single word.

...

Soon, a short video rocketed onto the trending list on Weibo.

#Divine Doctor’s Misconduct#

These days, without a bit of sensationalism in the title, almost no one bothers to click.

But the direction of this tag was so strong, mentioning "The Divine Doctor," everyone inevitably thought of Ann Vaughn’s name and naturally clicked to watch.

After clicking in, the netizens who were ready for drama were outraged.

In the short two-minute video, Ann Vaughn first knocked over an elderly person, not only failing to help promptly but instead, when the elderly clutched their chest in extreme pain, she decisively turned away!

The entire view looked as if shown from a surveillance perspective, finally freezing on the elderly person convulsing, making the viewers’ scalp tingle with cold sweat running down their back.

I absolutely can’t believe the person in this video is Ann Vaughn, can some tech expert tell me this is fake? I don’t believe it!

Damn, knocking over an old person and not even helping them, just turning away like nothing happened?! Does this woman have any sympathy or even a shred of conscience?!

I’ve always thought it’s suspicious for a woman to be praised as The Divine Doctor, whether there’s some exaggeration, but at that time she had so many blind fans, I didn’t dare say anything, but now, ha.

How can someone with misconduct be fit to be a doctor, lacking in virtue, how can they win people’s trust?! I’m stating here today, Ann Vaughn is not fit to be a doctor! I strongly demand an investigation by the higher-ups, such a person might have harmed people in secret!

It’s said that people are most likely to reveal their true nature where others can’t see, but I didn’t expect her to expose herself so obviously... I was once your fan, but now I have to say, Ann Vaughn, you’re not fit to be a doctor!

...

The heartless Ann Vaughn hasn’t called for four days and nine hours.

Josiah Keaton stared gloomily at his phone, his mood sinking further.

To relieve his depression, he casually opened Weibo and started browsing, coincidentally seeing the trending topic, his eyelid twitching instantly.

After reading the netizens’ comments, Josiah Keaton felt as if his heart was burning inside, wishing he could scorch these people’s mouths to death.

"Has the video’s authenticity been verified? Has the event been confirmed? Has the final outcome been determined? If not, what the hell are you all talking about?!"

"Ann Vaughn doesn’t deserve to be a doctor? You deserve it? What do you deserve? You deserve a f***?"

"Ha, showing you face? With brains weighing less than two ounces, do you have the capacity to make her The Divine Doctor? Do you understand what worthiness is?"

"A bunch of idiots, you all should just die!"

The bodyguards standing by turned their heads to see their young master almost poking holes in the screen while hurling insults at a crowd of netizens, rendered speechless.

Their young master usually seemed reserved and polite, the most considerate and sensible junior in the elders’ minds.

But how come his persona collapsed as soon as he arrived in S Country...

Of course, Ann Vaughn had no idea about Josiah Keaton’s eight hundred rounds of battle with those trolls online.

Before she was discharged, she specially went to see Susie Sommers and was relieved to see she was recovering well.

"Julian Master Moore came a few days ago." Susie Sommers was typing a script on the computer when she spoke after Ann Vaughn checked her pulse.

Ann Vaughn was taken aback; wasn’t Julian Master Moore asking her to keep it a secret last time? How did he end up exposing himself?