Chapter 734: Chapter 734: Stay Away from Me
Ann Vaughn searched Kenny’s room again and again, but she couldn’t find the limited edition model he mentioned, so she had to call to check if he remembered the place wrong.
Little Dumpling’s voice was very weak: "During the days when Mommy wasn’t around, Kenny slept in Mommy’s room, so it might have fallen there."
Her room?
Ann Vaughn closed the desk drawer and asked while walking out, "Baby, are you sure your daddy isn’t home today?"
"The Archfiend’s health hasn’t been great lately, so he works from home and rarely leaves the study." Little Dumpling’s voice was soft, "Mommy, don’t worry, you won’t get caught by the Archfiend."
Ann Vaughn wasn’t worried about being caught.
Besides, Cyrus Hawthorne now treated her like air; even if they ran into each other, he probably wouldn’t even spare her an extra glance.
With that in mind, Ann Vaughn pushed open the master bedroom door and went in.
The curtains were tightly closed, with not a hint of light filtering into the room. In the dimness, Ann Vaughn had to squint as she walked forward, searching for the light switch.
At that moment, a short gasp reached her ears.
The sound seemed to be suppressing immense pain, each gasp like it was arduously escaping from the throat, making the hairs on the back of one’s neck stand on end.
Ann Vaughn’s back stiffened, and she instinctively turned to leave.
Suddenly, a phrase Kenny had just said echoed in her mind.
"The Archfiend’s health hasn’t been great lately..."
But how bad must it be to make such a repressed gasping sound?
Ann Vaughn hesitated for only two seconds before decisively turning around, swiftly following the direction of the sound, not even bothering to turn on the light.
She navigated using the soft light around her and finally made her way to the man lying on the bed, then reached out to feel his wrist for a pulse.
But as soon as Ann Vaughn touched his wrist, he clamped down firmly with his other hand, not allowing her to pull away.
Perceiving something, his grip seemed to freeze for two seconds before suddenly tightening, pulling her strongly and pinning her beneath him in an instant!
"Cyrus—" Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened in shock.
The man’s body temperature was very low, so low that she could clearly feel his hand gripping her wrist firmly, forbidding her to move, cold as ice.
He already had someone new!
Then what was this supposed to mean?!
Tears glistened slightly at the corners of Ann Vaughn’s eyes.
"Too bad you’re just a dream." Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes were covered with a layer of mist as he looked at Ann Vaughn’s flushed cheeks and eyes filled with anger but easy to bully, his voice low as a whisper.
If not in a dream, he couldn’t touch her at all.
Feeling the heartbeat in her presence.
Just like in the past.
Ann Vaughn’s half-open eyes were misty with moisture, and her consciousness started to drift.
His words brushed past her ears, leaving no ripples, just dissipated like that.
Along with the last shred of her sanity.
As waves rose and fell, torrents pounded the shore, storms brewed above the sea, wave after wave engulfed Ann Vaughn.
She vaguely sought a point to anchor herself, but just as peace seemed within reach, she was sent back to the crest of the waves, unable to stop.
In the dimly lit room, amid rising waves, ambiguous shadows tightly intertwined.
Low moans rose and fell, turning the moment’s passion into intoxicating wine, inebriating without tasting.
...
Ann Vaughn didn’t know how much time had passed.
The body aches forced her to open her heavy eyelids, and as soon as she moved, her whole body felt like it had been taken apart and reassembled, the pain causing her to gasp involuntarily.
Kenny said Cyrus Hawthorne’s health was not so good.
But she genuinely couldn’t see from any angle that his health was not good.
She didn’t even know how long she had been pinned by Cyrus Hawthorne on this bed, with him taking whatever he wanted endlessly, for her to be so sore and unbearable!
"Beast..." Ann Vaughn’s legs were terribly weak, she exerted a great deal of effort to move away the arms dominantly wrapped around her waist, struggling to sit up.
"Ann Vaughn..."
Just then, an deep and hoarse voice suddenly reached her ears.
He’s awake?
Ann Vaughn turned her head, but due to the dim light in the room, she could only see his silhouette, nothing else was clear.
"Stay away from me."
The words, like a warning, reached her ears, suddenly turning Ann Vaughn’s heart, which had just warmed up with difficulty, into one of icy coldness.
The chill burrowed into her body, making her shiver and come to her senses.
Ha, what exactly did he take her for?
A tool for venting desire?
Ann Vaughn’s lips pressed tightly together, trembling slightly, and after a long while she finally raised her head, silently wiping the dampness from the corners of her eyes.
She pulled the quilt aside and got out of bed, dressing herself piece by piece in the dark.
Without saying a word, she left the place.
The room returned to quiet. The man who was still asleep had his brows tightly knitted, his arms subconsciously reaching out, but they only embraced the air.
...
Ann Vaughn didn’t know how she left from number 8, her mind felt like it had suddenly been hollowed out, unable to accommodate any other thoughts.
Only replaying Cyrus Hawthorne’s warning over and over again.
—How could she be so foolish.
Ann Vaughn slowly crouched down, burying her face in her knees, trying to alleviate the pervasive sense of helplessness spreading throughout her heart.
Last night’s embarrassment was enough to sober her up.
How could just one kiss make her lose all sense of reason?
In Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes, she was probably just an object to be called on and dismissed at will, used and discarded, without even needing to explain—
Get a grip, Ann Vaughn.
You and he have no relation anymore.
"Beep beep." Suddenly there were a few car horns, pulling Ann Vaughn back from her boundless despondency.
She looked up, only to see a face she did not expect.
The young master of the Murray Family—Hugh Murray!