Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 991: As You Wish

Quinn...

Such a familiar name...

Ann Vaughn stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, her eyes shimmering with ripples.

Her heartstrings and body, tense for so long, suddenly relaxed. Ann Vaughn belatedly felt the fatigue, and her vision became increasingly blurry.

It wasn’t until Cyrus Hawthorne received no response from Ann Vaughn for a long time that he realized she had fallen asleep.

Her curled eyelashes still held some crystal-like drops, her petite nose was red, and tears were streaked across her face, evoking sympathy in anyone who looked.

Cyrus Hawthorne fetched a wet towel from the bathroom to wipe her face, then tidied her messy long hair, and pulled the blanket from the side to cover her.

After completing all of this, Cyrus Hawthorne stood up, his dark narrow eyes coldly sweeping over Ryan Wyatt, who was lying on the floor, instantly causing the "pretending to be dead" salted fish to stiffen all over.

"If you wish to die, I can fulfill that for you right now." His icy tone was filled with a chilling murderous intent.

Ryan Wyatt’s calf twitched twice, he opened his eyes clutching his chest, unwillingly stood up.

"Mr. Hawthorne, I... I... I can swear on the honor of the Puppet Master clan that I really didn’t do anything inappropriate to Miss Vaughn. If you don’t believe it, you can check the surveillance..."

God knows he was only using hypnosis to awaken Ann Vaughn’s past memories.

Who the hell could have predicted that Ann Vaughn would suddenly throw a kick, nearly sending him flying!

Ryan Wyatt suffered internal injuries, unable to get up for a long time. Later, when Cyrus Hawthorne entered the guest bedroom, he had no choice but to lay there pretending to be dead.

"Mr. Hawthorne, could you give me another chance to make amends?" Ryan Wyatt asked pitifully.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curved slightly, his handsome face appearing as if covered in frost, "Seal away the memory of her shooting and wounding me, never let her remember it. Can you do it?"

"I can, I can! Of course, I can!" Ryan Wyatt nodded vigorously like a pile driver, then hesitated, "But this..."

"Can’t do it?"

"Of course not! It’s just that the heart knot causing Miss Vaughn’s amnesia lies in this memory. If you seal her heart knot, while she completely forgets this memory, she will also never remember you." Ryan Wyatt answered truthfully, "Besides, I only know how to seal, not how to solve. Please think carefully."

Even Ryan Wyatt himself hadn’t expected that when Warren Vance held him accountable at that time, he casually spouted nonsense as an excuse to avoid responsibility for inadvertently harming Ann Vaughn, which turned out to be a real possibility.

"She will completely forget me?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Yes, she will gradually recall everything from the past but will never remember anything related to you. That’s why I urge you to make a prudent decision, it’s irreversible."

Watching Cyrus Hawthorne’s increasingly somber expression, Ryan Wyatt shivered.

He simply didn’t understand; Cyrus Hawthorne had gone to great lengths to bring him here from afar in Gothasen, for the purpose of assisting in recovering Ann Vaughn’s memory.

But in order to restore memory, what doesn’t demand a price?

Of course, Ryan Wyatt dared not speak aloud, otherwise Cyrus Hawthorne could end his life in minutes.

Silence enveloped the room for a long time before Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep voice sounded again, as if squeezing each word out from his throat: "Seal it."

His hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, a faint hint of scarlet could be glimpsed oozing from between his fingers.

Ultimately, from his lips, it transformed into a suppressed compromise.

Compared to whether she could remember him, he feared more that she continued self-punishing, immersed in pain and remorse.

As long as she can safely remain by his side, what does it matter if she remembers him?

Ryan Wyatt remained silent for a moment, unsure what to say, before finally saying, "As you wish."

Upon hearing this, Breeze who was leaning at the door took a few steps back and quietly left.

He finally understood why Warren Vance was defeated by Cyrus Hawthorne.

...

This dream is so long.

So long that whenever Ann Vaughn thought she had finally woken up, she would realize she was still dreaming.

Caught in such a cycle repeatedly, her body grew increasingly weary, her eyelids heavier, and she was overwhelmed by a fear that she might never awaken.

"Knock knock knock—"

A crisp wooden fish sound suddenly reached her ears, the prelude intermingled with the sound of flowing water, melodious and pleasant.

Ann Vaughn awoke amidst this music, the long-held suffocating feeling in her chest seemed to dissipate, and she felt a sense of unprecedented relief.

"Annie, you’re awake." Eli Sheridan, sitting by the bedside reading the newspaper, immediately stood up and touched her forehead, "You’ve slept for three days, finally woke up."

"...Brother?" Ann Vaughn turned her head, her voice hoarse, "What happened to me?"

Eli Sheridan frowned worriedly, "You forgot, Ryan Wyatt used hypnosis to awaken your memories, but you suddenly fell into a coma. How is it, does your body feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Ann Vaughn shook her head, "No, I’m fine, don’t worry."

She was a doctor herself; she couldn’t be clearer about whether her body had any abnormalities.

Just...

Ann Vaughn looked at Eli Sheridan’s face for a long time, saying, "Brother, have you been staying up late for work again? You look a bit deficient in yang and exuberant in heat, mainly in the heart. It might not be a problem for now, but over time... Brother, you’ve seen news about sudden death from staying up late in the newspaper, right?"

Eli Sheridan was both amused and exasperated.

How did the topic shift to himself?

However, he remembered Sherry saying that since Ann Vaughn lost her memory, she couldn’t do visual diagnosis anymore.

Now it seemed, she might remember?

"Annie, do you remember anything now?" Eli Sheridan looked at her with anticipation.

"I don’t know." Ann Vaughn propped herself up to sit, thought carefully, "It doesn’t seem particularly special?"

She said Ryan Wyatt was really unreliable in his voodoo, claiming to recover her memory, was it restored to the Mariana Trench??

She must hang him up to dry and preserve!

Eli Sheridan wasn’t disappointed upon hearing this, understanding that everything requires a gradual progression, not a rapid achievement.

"By the way, brother, I’ll prescribe some medicine for you later, go to Vaughn Clinic to get it brewed and drink it for a while," Ann Vaughn said concerned, "I don’t want to see you on the news one day."

Eli Sheridan chuckled, reaching out to give her nose a playful flick.

"That will be a bit challenging, I’m often on the finance newspaper. Okay, they don’t know that you’ve woken up, I’ll go tell them."

With that, he left the room.

Ann Vaughn looked around and realized this was not the guest bedroom. The room had a strong sense of design, its overall style warm, with a lazy cat-shaped swing by the window.

She gasped.

What’s going on here!

Why does it look so much like her dream love room!

Just as the heartfelt sense of love emerged in her mind, Ann Vaughn heard the door being opened.

Soon after, a tall and slender figure stepped in from the outside, with steady yet urgent steps, arriving in front of her within the blink of an eye.