Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Your Husband Is So Handsome!
Before the words could be finished, upon seeing the two people tightly snuggled together asleep on the bed, Uncle Dexter promptly shut his mouth, his face wrinkled into a smile as broad as a dumpling wrapping.
Uncle Dexter didn’t bother answering Old Master Hawthorne’s call and quietly left the master bedroom, then reported to Old Master Hawthorne.
"You really need to keep an eye on that mischievous young man, don’t let him bully Annie; everything should be based on Annie’s wishes, understand?" Old Master Hawthorne advised earnestly.
"Rest assured, Master, as far as I see, Miss Vaughn’s relationship with the young master is going quite well." Uncle Dexter chuckled, cheerfully heading downstairs.
"And ever since Miss Vaughn came back, the young master’s insomnia has barely recurred, and his appetite has improved quite a bit every day."
"Then, has the amount of medicine in his room been steadily decreasing or has it remained unchanged?"
Hearing this question, Uncle Dexter fell silent.
Indeed, the young master hasn’t had Doctor Yost visit for quite a while, even postponing his treatment to next month.
Yet the medicine in the master bedroom drawer... shows only signs of continuous reduction.
This indicates that Cyrus Hawthorne’s health hasn’t actually improved at all; he merely appears to be getting better.
Old Master Hawthorne had anticipated this outcome. Although he has been angry with Cyrus Hawthorne and unwilling to see him these past years, how could he not care about the grandson he raised himself?
"Alas, just keep an eye out. It’s best to let the one who tied the knot untie it."
"Don’t worry, I will."
Meanwhile, inside the room.
Due to having drunk too much last night, Ann Vaughn was awakened by nature’s call, slowly opened her eyes, and stared at the patterns on the ceiling for a long time, her head pounding with a dull pain.
When did she fall asleep?
No, she was just singing with her classmates, did the sun rise from underground already?
Several questions flashed through her mind, she raised her hand to rub her head, and was just about to turn over when she realized she was entirely wrapped in someone’s arms.
Ann Vaughn was immediately startled, suddenly sitting up.
But just as she was about to cry out, she saw a face too familiar, its clean and handsome features, making her eyes widen instantly.
"Cyrus Hawthorne?!"
"What are you doing on my bed?!"
Her voice woke Cyrus Hawthorne, who hadn’t had this depth of sleep in a long time. He slowly opened his narrow eyes, gaze squarely falling onto Ann Vaughn’s astonished little face.
"Awake?"
His voice, deep and hoarse upon waking, magnetic to the point of fatal allure, carried an indescribable sensual flavor, suddenly making one grasp the notion of voices so pleasing they could be captivating.
Especially with his pajamas half-open at the moment, subtly revealing well-defined abs, almost making Ann Vaughn forget the question she wanted to ask.
Once she regained her senses, she nearly jumped off the bed without hesitation.
"Why am I here?" Recognizing this as Cyrus Hawthorne’s bedroom, Ann Vaughn was torn between wanting to disappear, "I was clearly at a party with my classmates..."
How did she end up here in the blink of an eye?
Party?
It was fine when she didn’t mention ’party’, but once she did, Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression darkened, crossing his arms, leaning against the headboard, looking at her with a hint of a smirk.
"You tell me, Miss Mushroom."
"What do you mean?" Ann Vaughn furrowed her eyebrows slightly, somewhat oblivious to what he meant by that nickname.
"Go freshen up," Cyrus didn’t directly answer her question, with his firm jawline gesturing toward the bathroom.
Ann Vaughn, her mind a complete jumble, pursed her lips, refraining from questioning further, and walked into the bathroom.
She conveniently took her phone along before leaving the bed. Opening her phone, she first checked the date display, realizing it’s already the day after the party.
What did she actually do last night? Where did the memory of that following period go?
Ann Vaughn stood in a daze, holding the electric toothbrush, staring at herself in the mirror with slightly swollen eyes as if she cried all night, feeling somewhat despairing.
What’s worse was yet to come.
As soon as Ann Vaughn opened WeChat, the notification beeps wouldn’t stop ringing.
She immediately muted the phone, seemingly sensing something, her fingers trembling slightly as she clicked on Yasmine Warren’s message.
"Ahhh, Annie, your husband is so handsome! I held back from fangirling in the private room, but I really couldn’t help it now, ahhh!"
"None of our classmates dared look at Doris Dunn making a fool of herself, but your husband arranged for someone to keep an eye on her, and after fulfilling her bet, she ran away crying."
"Though it’s unkind, I must say, served her right!"
"By the way, make sure you drink some soup to sober up when you wake up tomorrow. You managed to drink eight of our big male classmates under the table, and now they mention you just to feel drunk, haha."
Drank eight big men under the table?
And when did she have a husband?
Ann Vaughn almost choked on the foam in her mouth, hurriedly rinsing and then started washing her face with a towel.
No wonder her head hurts so much, she can’t even recall how much she drank last night, it’s all a blank.
Thinking back to that inexplicable "Miss Mushroom" Cyrus Hawthorne called her.
Ann Vaughn felt her brain tensing up, gnawing on her lip and pondering, might she have thought herself a mushroom again after getting drunk?
So, Cyrus Hawthorne took her from the party last night; what foolish thing did she do to awaken in Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms?!
Crazy.
After spending a long time in the bathroom, Ann Vaughn sluggishly moved out.
Cyrus Hawthorne happened to emerge from the closet, freshly dressed in a crisp, tidy black suit, perfectly accentuating his tall, impressive figure.
Especially as the morning light from the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed him, he appeared like a peerless figure in a painting.
Yet, for some reason, seeing him now made Ann Vaughn feel somewhat embarrassed.
Thinking of all those foolish things she did last night and having them witnessed by him, she felt like banging her head against a wall.
Cyrus Hawthorne seemed to have discerned Ann Vaughn’s current inner thoughts, slightly raising his brows, and said to her, "Once you’ve freshened up, head downstairs for breakfast. Rest at home today, then I’ll take you to the research institute the day after tomorrow."
Ann Vaughn looked slightly puzzled, "Why do you want to take me to the research institute?"
Though he mentioned before that there was a pass in the study drawer allowing her to go by herself.
But proposing to take her personally, was there some scheme involved?
"See for yourself," Cyrus Hawthorne calmly handed over the document on the table to Ann Vaughn, then promptly walked into the bathroom.
Ann Vaughn curiously opened the document and glanced over it, only to discover it was an invitation letter.
An invitation to become a special consultant for QY Research Institute, mainly responsible for the issues concerning Project A, as stated, Party A was QY Research Institute, Party B...
Ann Vaughn?!!
Upon seeing those familiar writings and the thumbprint beside them, Ann Vaughn raised her right hand for a look, sure enough, she was just wondering what the red paint on her thumb was earlier.
It was this!
What did she actually do last night, for Cyrus Hawthorne to bring such a document, and she even signed it?
Although this was the outcome she had long desired, Ann Vaughn dared not imagine if she slipped up last night or showed anything strange, arousing Cyrus Hawthorne’s suspicion.
And regarding Kenny...