Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 982: You’re Mean to Me

Inside the bathroom.

Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth as she sank her body into the tub filled with ice cubes, clenching her fists tightly. Before she could even feel the cold, a restless heat from deep within her surged again.

The thoughts she’d just managed to suppress in her head began to churn once more.

She quickly continued to add more ice cubes into the water, causing her lips and teeth to tremble with cold, barely holding onto a shred of clarity. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

However, while the water was ice-cold, Ann Vaughn’s skin, especially on her face, burned fiercely.

She had no choice but to endure the dual torment of ice and fire, her nails digging into her palms, using the pain to stimulate her brain and think rapidly.

Although she could not be certain, Ann had a suspicion deep down that her reaction, much like being drugged, probably had something to do with the anomaly on her face.

——But damn it, having already been disfigured, why couldn’t they just leave her alone?!

"Just hope I never find out who plotted against me..." Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth, dumped all the ice cubes from the bucket into the tub, her eyes turned red, yet her face pale and unsightly.

But sometimes, the more you suppress something, the more rampant it becomes.

For instance, the more she tried not to think about him, the more Cyrus Hawthorne’s face emerged in her mind.

"Ah!" Ann Vaughn knocked on her dizzy head, muttering to herself, "If you don’t want to turn into an ice popsicle, stop thinking about him!!"

Whoa——

As soon as she finished speaking, the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, and a tall and imposing figure strode in.

Ann Vaughn looked up in shock and met his gaze, suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness.

"How... how did you come out of my head?" She stammered as she stared at Cyrus Hawthorne, her eyes full of confusion.

Right after speaking, she realized what was happening and she quickly shrank back from Cyrus’s slightly surprised look, her pupils shrinking abruptly.

Then, extremely quickly, she grabbed the towel next to her and covered her face.

Just as Cyrus was about to step forward, he heard her muffled cries with a hint of hoarseness coming through the towel.

"Don’t look at me! Get out, get out!"

But that was clearly impossible.

Cyrus walked to the tub in a few steps, his solemn gaze swept over the ice cubes in the bathtub, then he clasped her wrist with his palm, only to find that her skin had no warmth at all, shockingly cold.

Cyrus’s brows immediately furrowed, intending to pull her out of the water.

"Don’t touch me!" At the moment their skin touched, Ann Vaughn realized that her body was even more sensitive than she had imagined, forcefully breaking free of his hand.

Just that simple contact, the heat that had been slightly suppressed by the icy water, came rushing back instantly.

"I see you’ve developed quite the nerve." Cyrus’s voice carried an icy fury as he forcibly pulled her out of the bathtub, wrapping her chilly body in a towel, striding out of the bathroom.

Sitting down at the bedside, Ann Vaughn was held in Cyrus’s arms.

The towel covering her face had been taken away and thrown aside, and her wrists were gripped in his palms, making it impossible for her to cover her face.

She was both angry and anxious, her slender legs kicking around incessantly, trying to break free of Cyrus’s embrace.

"Let go! Let go!"

Cyrus’s expression was cold, his arms like iron cuffs, holding her small struggling body, and no matter how she twisted, there was no escaping.

He lifted his hand to pinch her chin, not allowing her to dodge, looking at her pale lips, he commanded in a deep voice, "Do you know that your body can’t stand the cold? Why are you taking an ice bath? Tell me."

His tone was cold and angry, conveying a reprimand she’d never heard from him before.

After a previous miscarriage, Ann Vaughn’s body had some lingering effects, though they weren’t serious thanks to good care.

However, she could not handle anything cold.

Cyrus had always been worried she’d indulge in ice-cold drinks to the detriment of her health, hence the fridge never stored such things.

But now, this disobedient streak of hers had grown, daring to take an ice bath in front of him!

How could he not be angry?

Ann Vaughn originally thought that after seeing her face now, he would be disgusted, repulsed, would avoid her like the plague and keep his distance forever.

Even she found it hard to accept her current appearance, let alone him?

But he scolded her for not taking care of herself, and for a moment she was too stupefied to react.

"You’re... you’re being mean to me QAQ!"

Ann Vaughn’s eyes reddened, and tears like large beads began to fall from her eyes, landing on the back of Cyrus’s hand.

Cyrus’s lips pursed slightly, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes, and his anger vanished as her tears hit him, dissipating most of it.

What else could he do?

If he continued to scold her, in the end, it would only break his own heart.

"I wasn’t being mean to you." Cyrus released her small chin, his slightly calloused fingers gently wiping her eye corners, softening his voice to coax her, "It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been mean to you, don’t cry, okay?"

Usually, if someone is left alone while crying, they’ll be okay after a bit.

But if someone comforts them at that moment, the flood gates will open.

Ann Vaughn cried even harder, momentarily forgetting the heat within her body, just wanting to expel the fear and confusion from her heart.

"My face has become like this and you’re still being mean to me—" She finally vented, pointing at her face, miserably aggrieved, "I’m disfigured, does that mean you won’t like me anymore, you’ll definitely go find some other pretty woman to spite me to death!"

"Even if I’m disfigured, I’m also drugged! I just wanted to take a cold bath to suppress the drug effects, not committing any crimes, yet you’re still mean to me! I see you’ve had a change of heart!"

"I’m having such a hard time, sob—"

Her face was covered in red marks, no longer as beautiful and charming as before, even her crying wasn’t as pleasing.

Yet, Cyrus held her slim waist, leaning down to kiss her.

Soft, cotton-like kisses landed gently on her red-marked face, with no trace of disgust, his cool thin lips kissed over every inch of her face with patience and tenderness.

Feeling the slightly moist kisses fall continuously on her face like a feather, instantly dispelled all of Ann Vaughn’s inner anxieties.

As he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, Ann Vaughn noticed that he seemed to smile a bit.

"A cold bath won’t help you, ask me, hmm?"

In an instant, Ann Vaughn felt as if she was electrified, the heat within her growing more intense.

She gripped the sleeve of his shirt tightly, her slender legs pressed together, desperately trying to quell the desire in her heart, attempting to remain calm.

...To hell with staying calm!

Ann Vaughn flipped around and straddled him, pressing him underneath her with her small hands on Cyrus’s chest, brazenly declaring, "I can’t take it anymore! I’ve held back for so long, but you keep showing up and tempting me!"

The way she acted seemed to declare to Cyrus: I’m a flower thief intent on ravaging you today!

Cyrus raised an eyebrow, watching her rip at his clothes, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Yet halfway through, Ann Vaughn chickened out.