Chapter 244: Chapter 244: I Would Never Treat a Pet Like That
This cold and angry sentence echoed in Ann Vaughn’s already tipsy head several times before she understood what he meant.
The fear and grievances that had been building up in her heart for many days suddenly surged up, along with the tears that she always held back in her eyes, bursting out together.
"Yes, you’re just annoying. I’ve never met anyone more annoying than you! Pampering me? You can say this crap to yourself, but do you really think I would believe it?"
"And who asked you to pamper me? Do I need to be pampered by you? You’re full of lies, a complete fraud!"
"You even let me wait for you, and what did I get in the end? For you to fall in love with my younger sister, is that it? I’m such a fool!"
"In your eyes, I’m probably not even worth a pet, at most a plaything! When you remember, you tease me with a show of affection to deceive me, and when you’re tired of it, you kick me away. What do you take me for?!"
"I never want to be pinned down on the operating table again, unable to live or die... it hurts too much."
"Cyrus Hawthorne, you’re such a bastard! How dare you be fierce with me!"
Ann Vaughn almost cried these words with sobs, tears falling like broken pearls, making her eyes red and looking pitiful as she cried.
Every time she cursed, she would glare viciously at Cyrus Hawthorne as if she wanted to kill him with her gaze.
In the front seat, Mark Joyce already wished he wasn’t in the car; he should be under the car.
Could he still live after hearing this?
Maybe he could, in case President Hawthorne decided to deal with Miss Vaughn, he might have to help dispose of the body...
But the anger and resentment he imagined didn’t happen, and the scene in front of him made him doubt his own eyes.
From the moment Cyrus left the room until now, the towering fury in his heart never diminished, ready to erupt.
However, no matter how big the anger was, it was completely extinguished in Ann Vaughn’s tears, leaving not even ashes behind.
Especially when facing Ann Vaughn who was crying and cursing, looking fierce yet actually very aggrieved, Cyrus was completely at a loss of what to do with her.
"Little brat, be reasonable." Cyrus furrowed his brow, feeling a faint pain, staring at the little woman who kept shedding tears and glaring at him, feeling helpless for the first time.
It seemed more like she was the one being fierce with him now, didn’t it?
But Ann had no intention of reasoning with him, sniffing her nose and continuing to cry, "Anyway, you would definitely kill me, then throw my body into the wilderness or lock me up and torture me mentally until I die, but I’m not afraid of death!"
"Boo hoo hoo, but I’m afraid of pain!"
Ann’s rosy little mouth opened, and she started crying louder, tears clinging to her eyes and occasionally falling in a string.
Cyrus felt both angry and amused, but mostly as if his heart was soaked in water, aching and swollen.
He reached out to gently turn Ann’s body, not saying a word, then forcefully and firmly kissed her to silence her crying.
The rich scent of alcohol mixed with Ann’s unique fragrance filled his mouth, not unpleasant, but sweet and alluring to the extreme.
Cyrus originally just intended to calm her down, so she wouldn’t cry harder, ending up with him being distressed.
However, once he touched her, it was no longer something he could control.
Like a charming poison, knowing it was toxic, yet willingly sinking into it.
After the kiss, Cyrus slowly released Ann’s swollen and bright lips, leaning his forehead against hers, watching her gentle and gasping state, a trace of pleasure spreading in his eyes.
"Understand now? I wouldn’t treat a pet like this."
"Bastard..." Ann hiccupped while crying, with crystal-like tears still hanging on her eyelashes, barely covering her drunk and misty eyes, "You’re fickle, so unfaithful, boo hoo..."
Upon hearing this, even Cyrus’s eyebrows twitched, his initial panic soothed by her words, a smile gradually spreading in his eyes.
He lowered his head and bit gently on Ann’s rosy lips, his voice husky, "I never fell in love with her."
He never loved Cynthia Vaughn.
He had promised her when they were young that he would find her when they grew up, marry her, and give her a lifetime of protection and love; he had not fulfilled that promise in the past.
And the only thing he didn’t fail her in was during the years when he mistakenly thought Cynthia was her; he never had a moment of emotional betrayal toward her or any other woman, this heart.
Still intact, wanting to offer it to her.
He didn’t know what this little thing really thought of him in her mind?
If she hadn’t gotten drunk tonight, would she never have said these words to him in her lifetime?
Ann acutely sensed the dangerous aura on him, scrunched her nose, "You want to eat me."
"Yes, I want to eat you." Cyrus’s deep voice enveloped her small body with his arms to prevent her from escaping, a coaxing tone in his words, "So, if you don’t want to be eaten, say less of those words in the future."
"Even if I destroy everyone in the world, I won’t harm you a bit."
"Really?" Ann lifted her red eyes to look at him, pinched his handsome face, then leaned over and fiercely bit his face, her voice full of grievance, "Mushroom, if you lie to me, I’ll stew you."
"..." Cyrus reached up to touch the mark she left on his face, his thin lips tugged slightly.
The previously tender and indulgent atmosphere was instantly shattered by Ann’s word "mushroom."
Apparently, she wasn’t sober even after a while, perhaps even more drunk.
She fell into Cyrus’s arms, rubbing and humming, "Mushroom, now there’s only us in the world, we must protect each other, can’t be eaten."
"And you can’t eat me, I’m afraid of pain."
If he hadn’t heard her angry curse earlier about "I never want to be pinned on the operating table again", Cyrus would probably think.
She just mistook herself for a mushroom, so she felt so wronged and collapsed.
She had never lost her composure like this in front of him; even when she cried before, it was quiet and restrained.
As if hiding all the grievances behind her eyes, under her heart, not allowing a hint to leak out.
However...
Cyrus gazed at Ann’s closed eyes, looking as innocent as if she were asleep, his long fingers gently brushing away the tears at her eye corners, his eyes filled with helpless yet fortunate smiles.
Probably, he was lucky.
Ann still hated him, was angry at how good he was to another woman once, not entirely indifferent.
She already understood how to vent her emotions and dissatisfaction in front of him, and that was enough.
Time was long, he had his whole life, to make her fall in love with him.
Ann Vaughn.
Cyrus Hawthorne leaned slightly, placing a gentle rain-like kiss on Ann’s moist lashes.
An hour later, Mark Joyce parked the car in the villa’s garage.
As soon as they parked, Ann woke up and refused to let Cyrus hug her, opened the car door and ran down.
Ann ran all the way into the villa, saw Uncle Dexter waiting at the door, her little face looking like she was about to cry, as if she’d been bullied, "Uncle Dexter..."
"Miss Vaughn, what happened to you? Who bullied you? Tell Uncle Dexter, and I’ll have young master help you seek justice!" Uncle Dexter quickly stepped forward, seeing Ann in such a state, asking in distress.