Chapter 201: Chapter 201: A Ex-Husband Should Act Like an Ex-Husband
Who knew that just as the elevator doors closed, Cyrus Hawthorne pinned her against the wall!
His voice was hoarse and dangerously sexy, "It’s really you."
Heaven ultimately favored him, sending her back to his side once more.
"Slap!"
Ann Vaughn was furious, raising her hand to strike his face, her bright eyes coldly fixed on him, "Mr. Hawthorne, can you let go of me? Please don’t forget we’ve already divorced, an ex-husband should behave like one!"
Like before, indifferent to her, or simply ignoring her, it doesn’t matter.
Putting on this facade of devotion, who is he trying to fool?
Dislike and rejection were about to spill from her clear eyes, especially given her words which were like stabbing a sharp blade into Cyrus Hawthorne’s heart.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes tightened, the grip on Ann Vaughn’s slender waist increasing, his voice low, "Do you hate me?"
"Shouldn’t I hate you?" Ann Vaughn sneered, her slender fingers pushing against his chest, "Forced me to miscarry, took my heart, I almost died on the operating table, tell me, am I supposed to love you instead of hating you?"
"Love you, such a cold-blooded cruel man?"
"If loving you requires paying such a big price, no one in this world would sincerely love you because you’re not worth it."
Word by word, each pierces like a gem.
Ann Vaughn originally thought she’d be hysterical questioning Cyrus Hawthorne face-to-face, asking why he was so cruel to her, ignoring her and the child’s life just so Cynthia Vaughn could survive.
Yes, Cynthia Vaughn’s life was precious, her mother had said so since childhood, and those around them favored the well-mannered Cynthia Vaughn.
But what had she done wrong?
Should she blame bad luck or her inability to be as likable as Cynthia Vaughn for her fate?
No, there’s resentment; it’s just that instead of questioning what can’t be undone, Ann Vaughn had become indifferent to bringing it up again.
Had it not been for Cyrus Hawthorne still being of some use, she wouldn’t have returned to this disappointing country.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep narrow eyes bore a sharp pain, his handsome face showed a hint of sorrow, looking at her resistant expression, rare uncertainty arose.
Even during Hawthorne Corp.’s peril, he’d never felt this.
It was rightful for her to hate him, yet if given another chance, his choice would remain unchanged.
Ann Vaughn didn’t expect Cyrus Hawthorne would let go of her so easily; as soon as the elevator arrived on the first floor, she hurriedly walked out, fearing he’d grab her once more if she hesitated.
But what’s most feared can indeed happen.
She had barely stepped out when her wrist was firmly grasped by a warm hand, dragging her against her will towards the parking lot.
Ann Vaughn thought of puncturing him with a Golden Needle, but her purse was still with that lewd man’s bodyguard, so she dismissed the thought.
Cyrus Hawthorne shoved Ann Vaughn into the car’s back seat, his handsome face cold and collected, the brief lapse in emotion gone, as impeccable as ever.
"What exactly do you want to do?!" Ann Vaughn reached for the car door next to her, only to find it locked, her cheek suddenly grabbed, forcing her to turn her head.
At that moment, she felt a chill touch upon her cheek, so cold she couldn’t help but hiss.
Cyrus Hawthorne had taken ice from the car’s cooler at some point, wrapping it in a soft towel and applying it to Ann Vaughn’s face.
One hand held her face steady, preventing any movement, while the other used the ice towel to soothe her swollen cheek.
Though his expression remained chilly, there was somehow more patience.
Ann Vaughn, however, hadn’t noticed, originally thinking him up to something sinister, surprised it was just to tend to her face.
What was his motive?
Could it be he’s after her heart again, realizing she’s not dead yet?
Sadly, she was no longer the Ann Vaughn who always endured without resisting, lacking self-defense.
Moreover, if Cynthia Vaughn couldn’t survive without surgery for half a year, she should have been explained long ago.
Then, what could he possibly exploit from her now?
As she pondered, Ann Vaughn displayed a flawless smile, "Mr. Hawthorne, I advise you not to waste time on me. I no longer have any value to be exploited, do I?"
These words sounded overly familiar.
Simple echoes of Cyrus Hawthorne’s previous rationale advising Ann Vaughn to abort.
Now karma had circled back to him.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes flickered with irritation, his chest aflame with rising fury, the hand on Ann Vaughn’s cheek moving to the back of her head, forcing her to look at him.
The curve of his thin lips bordered on a sly smirk.
"Who said there’s none?"
Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes shifted, staring at the dangerous glance in his eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
"Don’t you still have yourself?"
Ann Vaughn immediately broke into an angry laugh, pushing him away harshly, "I’m sorry, the old me might have been indifferent to you, but now you’re beneath me."
Among so many trees, why should she hang herself on this crooked one that almost did her in?
She’s not foolish.
"Ann Vaughn, you better not tell me the person crying for mercy three nights ago wasn’t you." Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t care for her weak shove, simply complying to avoid deepening her aversion.
As he spoke, his eyes were immensely deep, like a whirlpool in the sea capable of sucking one’s soul.
"Mr. Hawthorne, you better not tell me it wasn’t you who lost control three nights ago."
Ann Vaughn didn’t flinch at his mockery, her slender fingers gliding from his collar, lightly gripping his tie, whispering provocatively in his ear.
Clearly dressed in a pristine white cheongsam, exuding a gentle quiet elegance, yet the allure and charm in her eyes were bewitchingly captivating.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s Adam’s apple subtly moved.
Ann Vaughn turned her cheek away, laughing maliciously, "Mr. Hawthorne, can’t restrain yourself? My apologies, I don’t want you right now. Perhaps leave a number, and when it’s your turn, I’ll let you know?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s face instantly darkened.
"Ann Vaughn, are there other men besides me?"