Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 989: Sinful Little Paws

"Do I look easy to fool?" Ann Vaughn retorted fiercely, "I’m giving you one last chance. If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll hang you out on the balcony to dry!"

Looking at her fierce yet adorable demeanor, Cyrus Hawthorne couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his palm gently brushing through her soft long hair, thawing the ice from his brow and eyes.

The previously icy atmosphere in the living room also softened considerably and imperceptibly.

Hex and Sept both let out a sigh of relief.

Only Ryan Wyatt was frustrated beyond words, thinking, how is this woman even more ruthless than Cyrus Hawthorne?!

"Miss Vaughn," Ryan Wyatt took a deep breath and said, "I’m merely a Puppet Master, while His Highness is the esteemed crown prince of Gothasen. It’s my honor to work for His Highness, but given my status, I am not in a position to question His Highness’s reasons for his actions."

The words were so sincere that Ann Vaughn almost believed them.

"If that’s the case, why didn’t you say so earlier and instead made up a lie to deceive me?" Ann Vaughn asked sharply.

"What I said earlier was just my personal guess and may not represent His Highness’s true intention."

Indeed?

Ann Vaughn squinted her eyes suspiciously and turned her head to ask Cyrus Hawthorne in a low voice, "Why do I feel he’s lying to me again?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips slightly parted as he casually tucked the hair falling by her cheek behind her ear and asked nonchalantly, "Then should we hang him out to dry?"

Ryan Wyatt: ???

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn felt slightly embarrassed and waved her hand, saying, "Not to that extent... But did you bring him all the way from Gothasen just to remove the psychological suggestion on me?"

With Gothasen being so heavily guarded, how did he manage to do it?

"Not entirely," Cyrus Hawthorne replied calmly, "He might be able to help you recover your memory."

It’s said that whoever tied the bell on the tiger must take it off.

The reason for Ann Vaughn’s memory loss is inseparably linked to Ryan Wyatt’s Puppetry Technique, so he should be the most aware of how to restore Ann Vaughn’s damaged psyche.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ryan Wyatt nodded repeatedly, as if afraid he’d be hung out to dry the next second, and said anxiously, "I can! Only I can!"

Seeing him in this state, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but doubt, can this witch doctor really do it?

To prove his usefulness, Ryan Wyatt prepared everything as quickly as possible, then asked someone to fetch Ann Vaughn.

But just before entering the room, Ann Vaughn hesitated, her slender fingers tightly clutching Cyrus Hawthorne’s sleeve.

The unknown is always a source of fear.

"What if I was a particularly terrible person before?" Ann Vaughn’s thoughts were complicated, and for a moment, she didn’t dare take that step, "Or, what if those past memories are very different from what I imagined?"

"What if... huh?"

Before she could voice her growing apprehension, Ann Vaughn suddenly felt warmth surround her as Cyrus Hawthorne embraced her, wrapping her in his warm breath.

The body that was cold due to nervousness gradually began to regain sensation.

Held in his arms, Ann Vaughn was in a daze for quite a while, feeling the subtle tremors of his chest against her cheek. After a long moment, she asked quietly, "Are you trying to seduce me with your charm right now?"

After speaking, she mischievously traced her fingers over Cyrus Hawthorne’s slender waist and abdomen.

Even through the thin shirt, she could clearly feel the shape and strength of each ab muscle.

The tactile sensation was so good, she almost ascended to heaven!

Noticing her fingers growing increasingly restless, Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled lowly, biting her snowy earlobe and whispering, "If you touch, you’ll have to take responsibility."

Ann Vaughn quietly retracted her hand, burying her face in his shoulder, and snorted, "Stingy."

She had already been taken advantage of thoroughly by him, so what’s wrong with her touching his abs two small times?!

"Alright, go on in," Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand to rub her adorable hair swirl, his voice tinged with a soothing quality, "The past, whether good or bad, doesn’t matter. You are still you, precious and special."

"Am I also the most special in your heart?" Ann Vaughn lifted her head, looking at him with expectant eyes.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips curved into a slight smile, but he didn’t answer her. Instead, he leaned closer, responding to her with action.

Not only the most special. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But unique.

...

In the guest bedroom.

Soon after Ryan Wyatt hypnotized Ann Vaughn to sleep, Breeze walked in.

"What are you doing here?" Ryan Wyatt stuffed the puppet string he’d just pulled out back into his sleeve, turning his face as he spoke.

Breeze observed his little action, laughed softly, and said, "For the sake of our past drinking sessions, let me advise you: it’s best not to try anything funny. If Miss Vaughn encounters any problems under your care, it could mean the downfall of you Puppet Masters."

Ryan Wyatt furrowed his brow, sneering, "What’s this? Have you been tamed by Cyrus Hawthorne so quickly? Your subservience stirs quickly too."

"Unlike you, who almost knelt down to pledge allegiance to Mr. Hawthorne earlier."

"...I only bowed down because circumstances forced me to!"

"Funny, I feel the same way."

The two exchanged a glance, a mutual understanding of being in the same boat—no point in further quarreling.

Breeze walked to face Ryan Wyatt, glanced at his sleeve, and said, "This room is monitored on all sides. If you’d taken out the puppet string just now, do you believe they’d end you in the next second?"

Monitored on all sides?

Ryan Wyatt cautiously looked around and indeed found several blinking red dots.

So Breeze ended up saving him.

"Thanks for the warning, brother." Ryan Wyatt sighed resignedly, "I never intended to harm Miss Vaughn. After all, she is... there’s no need for me to hurt her."

"Isn’t it a bit late to say that now?" Breeze found a soft stool, sat down and continued, "The psychological suggestion on Miss Vaughn, her memory loss, is partly all tied to you, isn’t it?"

"That-that wasn’t my true intention either."

"Keep pretending." Breeze scoffed, "Recently, a cinnabar mole suddenly appeared at the corner of Miss Vaughn’s eye, and it keeps growing. Can you dare say that this has nothing to do with you either?"

So fast?!

Ryan Wyatt’s mind went blank for two seconds, subconsciously glanced at the surveillance cameras around, pressed his lips and stayed silent.

Breeze seemed to notice his concern and explained, "The surveillance doesn’t record sound, don’t worry."

Seeing Ryan Wyatt still unwilling to speak, Breeze thought for a moment and said, "You surely know the inside story, but I won’t force you to talk. How about this, I’ll give you a tip to help you leave here smoothly later."

Ryan Wyatt actually knew Breeze pretty well. He never resorted to using any underhanded tricks; his actions were always upright. Coupled with their previous friendship, Ryan Wyatt wasn’t afraid Breeze would set a trap for him.

But still, you never know.

"If you don’t even have a way to leave here, how can you help me?"

"It’s simple." Breeze’s eyes grew deep, "One of us needs to leave here to ask for help from His Highness and Gothasen. I don’t hold any bargaining chips to negotiate with them, but you do."

Ryan Wyatt, already somewhat moved, felt reassured after Breeze’s explanation.