Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Lovers?
Early the next morning.
Because she was overthinking things all night and didn’t sleep well, Ann Vaughn felt mentally drained when she got up.
The task of sending Kenny to kindergarten naturally fell on Sherry.
"Sherry, don’t you think Mommy seems a bit off today?" Kenny whispered to Sherry as they stepped out of the house.
"Annie always acts like this when she hasn’t had enough sleep."
Kenny nodded wisely, "Perhaps she’s thinking about the Archfiend..."
Just as he finished speaking, they heard his mommy’s voice drifting through the door gap, "The breakfast is tasteless, I’m thinking of making child broth today."
Kenny: !!!
The Little Dumpling swiftly dragged Sherry and escaped.
Boo hoo, his mommy has turned bad, just like the Archfiend, always thinking of catching him to make broth!!
After teasing Kenny, Ann Vaughn’s mood indeed improved a bit, and she headed out the door with a bite of buckwheat bread, on her way to Vaughn Clinic.
Today was the clinic’s first free clinic day, expecting more guests than usual, she needed to arrive earlier.
But when she saw the long line outside Vaughn Clinic, Ann Vaughn was quite taken aback.
And when those people saw Ann Vaughn enter the clinic, many of the lines waiting for other Chinese medicine practitioners started to slowly shift towards her.
It wasn’t until nearly two in the afternoon that Vaughn Clinic finally managed to hang the "Closed" sign.
"You’ve all worked hard today. I’ve reserved a table at the Celestial Pavilion to treat you all to a meal," Ann Vaughn said with a smile, rubbing her aching wrist, to everyone in the clinic who was exhausted.
After nearly a minute of silence in the clinic, a cheer erupted suddenly.
Celestial Pavilion wasn’t just famous within the Imperial Capital; throughout S Country, it was a top-notch culinary establishment, where any dish was so expensive that one could only look and not afford it.
Making a reservation in advance was even tougher, impossible without connections or influence.
"If I get to eat at Celestial Pavilion once in my life, I could brag about it for a year!"
"Boss, do you need a leg attachment? Like someone who graduated from college, can cook, and is smart!"
"I’ll never complain about sorting herbs being bitter and tiring again, sob, I’m locked in with Vaughn Clinic, and I’ve swallowed the key!"
Hearing these words, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but smile and was just about to respond when she was interrupted by a voice from behind.
"You might not get to eat that meal."
Everyone looked towards the entrance of Vaughn Clinic and saw a tall, straight man, looking like an international top model, walking in.
With chestnut hair tousled by the wind, sunglasses, and a mask obscuring his face, his appearance was unclear.
But as he walked in, he removed the sunglasses and mask, revealing a wild, handsome, and radiant face.
Everyone gasped, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets at the sight before them.
"Actor Sheridan?!!"
"No way!!"
Wilder casually brushed back the tousled chestnut hair, pressed a finger against his lips to hush them and waited for everyone to settle down before looking at Ann Vaughn, "Come with me."
Ann Vaughn ignored him, frowning, "Go play by yourself, I don’t have the energy to accompany you."
"I’ll take you somewhere with tastier food, better than Celestial Pavilion."
"Really?" Ann Vaughn looked at Wilder doubtfully, always feeling he was up to no good.
"Absolutely." Wilder nodded solemnly.
Torn between not agreeing with him and letting him come up with another way to trouble her, or going along and dealing with his antics herself, Ann Vaughn hesitated but ultimately chose the latter.
The onlookers: ... Could Actor Sheridan and the boss be... in a relationship?!
If not, how else could it be explained that their boss could casually say, "Go play by yourself, I don’t have the energy to accompany you"?
It must be because she got bored!
They were willing to keep her company!!!
Lunch was hijacked by Wilder, but whatever she promised them, Ann Vaughn naturally wouldn’t go back on her word. After handing her card to Sherry, she walked out of Vaughn Clinic alongside Wilder.
"If I could shake hands with Actor Sheridan, I’d offer my lifetime’s worth of meals!"
"Stop dreaming, isn’t the food at Celestial Pavilion tempting enough!"
...
Now she regretted it.
Truly regretted it.
Until Ann Vaughn was forcibly pressed into a chair by the stylist, made up, and styled, her inner thoughts were a nonstop stream of regret.
She glared at the mischievous kid sitting on the sofa reading a magazine through the makeup mirror, grinding her teeth furiously.
She shouldn’t have trusted this brat’s words; she thought he brought her here for a meal. And now? Was she supposed to eat makeup products?
"Why are you glaring at me?" Wilder touched his nose, pretending not to understand as he looked at Ann Vaughn.
"Heh," Ann Vaughn scoffed, "don’t you know?"
Wilder: "..."
The makeup artist hadn’t expected anyone to dare talk back to the always fiery Actor Sheridan and even leave him speechless, and couldn’t help but giggle softly.
Sneaking a glare at the makeup artist, Wilder put down the magazine and walked over to Ann Vaughn.
"Okay, I was wrong for tricking you into being my date, but I promised I’d take you somewhere with good food, and I didn’t lie," he said seriously.
"Who wants to be your date? Did you ask for my opinion?" Ann Vaughn snapped, giving him a sideways glance.
"I don’t care; I like you," he replied.
Ugh, this brat.
If she had the Golden Cudgel, she’d beat him back to his true form.
Although Ann Vaughn looked reluctant, Wilder could tell she wasn’t truly angry with him.
Just like that time when he was sick and unreasonably demanded that she stay with him, she was obviously in a hurry to leave but still agreed to stay.
No, this time he had to get a full strand of her hair for a DNA test!
Wilder quietly resolved in his heart.
The charity gala this evening that invited Wilder as a special guest, included a performance.
Initially, Wilder just intended to make a brief appearance and leave, with or without the performance, but the moment he saw Ann Vaughn stepping out once styled, a torrent of inspiration surged in his mind.
In a pale purple off-the-shoulder gown with a train, the dress elegantly outlined her slender, soft figure, revealing a glimpse of delicate alabaster ankles below the hem, and her graceful arch captured one’s gaze.
From head to toe, she was breathtakingly flawless.
In that instant, Wilder suddenly knew which song he wanted to sing that night.
Ann Vaughn lifted the hem of her dress with one hand and walked up to Wilder. Seeing his bright-eyed look, just as she was about to ask, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he pulled her out of the dressing room.