Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Terminal Appearance Obsession
I don’t know if it’s just Ann Vaughn’s illusion, but when she finished speaking, something suddenly swept over her head.
It felt like... being comforted.
Ann Vaughn’s nose suddenly tingled, her emotions got out of control instantly, and her eyes became reddened, holding back tears.
"Grandpa, I’m doing well now, everything is good."
"You can rest assured."
It seemed that a gentle breeze softly passed by and disappeared instantly.
After coming down the mountain, Ann Vaughn took Kenny to a children’s restaurant in the city center for lunch and went home, only to suddenly receive a text message from Yasmine Warren.
She then remembered Yasmine’s mentioning of a class reunion today.
Just as Ann Vaughn had no plans today, Susie Sommers had been busy with a program recently, reducing the chances to hang out with her.
After some thought, she accepted Yasmine’s invitation.
The night fell, and lights began to illuminate.
At the restaurant on the seventh floor of Aurelia Club.
When Ann Vaughn arrived, most of the people were already there, and upon seeing her enter, Yasmine Warren immediately stood up and greeted her with a smile, "Annie, you finally came, only you and Doris Dunn are left."
"There was a bit of traffic, so I arrived late." Ann Vaughn sat at the spot Yasmine had reserved for her, her bright eyes scanning the faces around the table, feeling a bit stunned.
Although they were high school classmates, she had been used to being alone since back then, especially after transferring to a new school affected by the scandal, she didn’t have many friends either.
Hence, looking at these unfamiliar faces, Ann Vaughn could only maintain a polite smile, smiling without speaking.
"You’re not late, everyone just arrived." Yasmine Warren shook her head and smiled, telling her not to worry about it.
Suddenly, someone whistled and jokingly asked Yasmine, "Class monitor, aren’t you going to introduce this beauty to us?"
"Yeah, class monitor, who is she? Could she be from our class too?"
"You might not believe it, but doesn’t she look a bit like Ann Vaughn?"
As soon as this sentence was spoken, there was suddenly the sound of chopsticks falling from the table.
Seeing their incredulous expressions, Yasmine Warren felt a bit balanced; when she first saw Ann Vaughn, she almost couldn’t recognize her.
"Long time no see everyone, I’m Ann Vaughn." Ann Vaughn’s red lips curled into a faint smile, greeting them.
"This is crazy." Someone muttered in disbelief.
The invisible girl in the class, who was first in grade but no one wanted to be friends with, Ann Vaughn, actually grew up to be so beautiful?
They didn’t know much about Ann Vaughn, but their most direct impression was undoubtedly her face, as delicate and fresh as a morning rose.
Appreciating beauty is an innate human nature.
"Shane Sharp must be blind. He sat next to such a beautiful girl for a year and a half and didn’t notice, but even bullied her every day; seems like even the heavens don’t favor him."
"You’re talking about the time he lost a bet with someone, right? Betting on a girl is so rude, and when he got rejected he said he’d never like an ugly girl in his life, tsk tsk."
"I remember that too. After that, Shane stopped doing his homework altogether, just focusing on finding trouble for Ann Vaughn. And when the monthly exam results came out, haha, his rank fell twenty places."
"Don’t forget, Shane is a typical late-stage face enthusiast, luckily he’s not coming today..."
The voices of amazement or schadenfreude filled Ann Vaughn’s ears, and following their topic, she couldn’t help but remember this past event.
But when she heard the name "Shane Sharp," what left the deepest impression in her mind was him on the rooftop of the school building, speaking in a proud and arrogant tone.
"I grant you the opportunity to be fortunate enough to become my girlfriend."
This adolescent late-stage line is ingrained in Ann Vaughn’s memory till now, not using the heavy book in her hand to knock him awake was her last bit of conscience for this desk mate.
As for what happened later, Ann Vaughn couldn’t recall clearly; back then, she focused all her thoughts on the college entrance examination.
To get into a good school and escape the Vaughn Family in the future, she had no time to think about anything else.
Only now, hearing them mention it, she suddenly remembers there was such a person in her high school memories.
"Annie, what do you think?" Seeing Ann Vaughn quietly eating without taking part in the topic, Yasmine gently nudged her elbow to avoid any awkwardness.
"Huh?" Ann Vaughn then realized everyone at the table was looking at her, her bright eyes slightly confused, "What were you talking about just now?"
"If you see Shane Sharp again, what would you say to him?"
Ann Vaughn put down her chopsticks, thought for a moment, and then said with a shallow smile, "I don’t really have anything to say, just wish him to have a son soon."
The table went silent for two seconds.
"Pfft." Someone suddenly burst into laughter, causing everyone else to laugh along.
This blessing really hits the nail on the head, doesn’t it? Everyone knows Shane Sharp is being pressured by his family to get married and almost fleeing abroad.
After dinner, everyone moved to the pre-booked karaoke room to sing.
Ann Vaughn walked slowly at the back, looking down at the messages in her phone, several of which were from Uncle Dexter.
{"Miss Vaughn, I wonder if you’ve been having fun recently? If convenient, could you..."}
{"Miss Vaughn, the young master has been sitting in your room for two hours without coming out, and hasn’t had dinner yet. Do you think you should..."}
{"Miss Vaughn, if you don’t come back soon, there’ll be hail in the villa..."}
Ann Vaughn felt a bit complicated.
Before leaving, Ann Vaughn might have returned to that villa while she was investigating the institute’s matters.
But since meeting Cynthia Vaughn, whenever she thought of the name "Cyrus Hawthorne," she couldn’t help but feel cold and want to escape.
Never wanting to return to his side.
Only in this way, she wouldn’t die at his hands like four years ago.
So even knowing the thought was not practical, Ann Vaughn wanted to temporarily escape; at least now, she did not want to see Cyrus Hawthorne at all.
The originally good mood suddenly dropped, Ann Vaughn lowered her eyes, silenced her phone, and avoided the staff carrying a fish tank coming around the corner.
Just as she was about to move forward, she heard a shout behind her.
"Damn!"
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but turn around, just in time to see the staff with the fish tank accidentally bump into someone.
Seeing that person almost fall onto a sharp-edged flowerpot nearby, Ann Vaughn decisively reached out and pulled the person back.
Although he was a male about 1.85 meters tall, Ann Vaughn felt as if she was pulling a piece of paper when she pulled him.
"Are you okay? Be careful walking next time." Once he was stable, Ann Vaughn retracted her right hand and walked away after speaking.