Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Weren’t You Going to Shower?
Moreover, the Hawthorne Family chef rarely repeats dishes, and forbidden ingredients don’t make it to the table. It’s the first time she knew he doesn’t eat ginger.
Because, several times before when she cooked for him, she added ginger, and he still ate it.
At that time, she had just moved into The Water Terrace not long ago...
"Miss Vaughn, President Hawthorne actually started caring about you earlier than you think." The words Mark Joyce said to her in the car suddenly resurfaced in her mind.
Ann Vaughn’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, feeling a bit flustered, when Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep magnetic voice suddenly interrupted, "No need, the porridge is fine."
Mark Joyce: "..." But your expression tells me it’s not just fine that simple.
"I’ll get you another bowl!" After saying this, Ann Vaughn turned and fled the living room, burying her face in her knees in the kitchen, silently screaming!
She was too delusional! Really!
She actually dared to speculate from Mark Joyce’s vague words if Cyrus Hawthorne liked her!
If he liked her, how could he disregard her feelings and fight her for Kenny’s custody?
Cyrus didn’t overlook the importance of Kenny to her.
Stop thinking about it, Ann Vaughn, if you keep going, you’ll fly off into the sky!
After silently releasing the flood of power within her, Ann Vaughn served the porridge and was about to head out, when she suddenly recalled that Mark Joyce, who had been by Cyrus Hawthorne’s side, probably hadn’t eaten anything either, so she served an extra bowl.
Hmm, it wasn’t because of what he said, she just did it on a whim!
Special Assistant Joyce, who was touched by the CEO’s wife’s kindness, hadn’t even had time to rejoice, when under a gaze as cold as an X-ray, he pulled back his hand from reaching for the bowl.
"Miss Vaughn, I’m not hungry. You eat." Mark Joyce straightened up and said.
"Not hungry?"
"Yes, I’m dieting to maintain my figure recently, so I’m not really hungry." Mark Joyce thought tearfully.
How could he dare be hungry?
Didn’t he see the BOSS’s gaze saying, if he dared drink the porridge Miss Vaughn made herself, he’d kill him...
Ann Vaughn was somewhat surprised that Mark Joyce wanted to maintain his figure. He wasn’t a celebrity...
"You go back first. We’ll discuss this tomorrow." Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at Ann Vaughn looking him over Mark Joyce, his voice dropping, and gave a faint order.
"Yes, good night, President Hawthorne!" Mark Joyce, feeling a sense of relief, picked up the documents on the table and turned to leave.
Just as Mark Joyce turned and closed the door, lo and behold, he saw his usually restrained BOSS with one hand on the edge of the sofa, pinning Miss Vaughn in the corner...
Mark Joyce: !!!
He suddenly didn’t feel hungry at all and even felt a bit full.
Ann Vaughn’s peripheral vision caught the door just being closed, embarrassed and mad, almost sending her into a complete explosion, using all her strength to push the man pressing against her chest.
Suddenly, a slight, secret sting flashed through her mind, so quickly that her face turned white, yet the pain vanished in the next second.
"What’s wrong?" Cyrus Hawthorne keenly sensed something was off with her expression, lowering his head to plant a kiss at the corner of her eye, controlling his hoarse voice as he asked.
"Just a sudden headache." Ann Vaughn’s red lips pursed slightly, but upon further sensing, she didn’t feel the pain anymore.
So strange.
Hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne got up, carried her to the bedroom, and placed her on the large bed.
Just when Ann Vaughn thought he was going to continue, she saw him pull the quilt over her, tucking her in tightly.
She looked at his slightly wrinkled shirt, the shattered restraint replaced with a seductive allure that was irresistible.
"It only hurt a moment ago, not anymore." At the last moment, could he really endure?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s face darkened slightly, speaking in a deep voice, "Sleep."
With that, he turned and headed to the bathroom.
Suddenly, Ann Vaughn had the impulse to tease, smiling mischievously, "I need a shower before bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep. Since you need one, too, why not save water and shower together?"
He paused his steps but didn’t respond to her, continuing directly into the bathroom.
Ann Vaughn turned up her nose, knowing she couldn’t tease him.
After about ten minutes, Cyrus Hawthorne emerged from the bathroom, walked to the bed, and scooped her from under the blanket, striding towards the bathroom.
Startled by his sudden action, Ann Vaughn, who was about to drift into sleep, quickly clung to his neck, "What are you doing?"
Cyrus Hawthorne let out a soft chuckle, his gaze on her with a hint of a smile, faintly gritting his teeth, "You wanted to bathe? I’m obliging you."
What kind of ridiculous lovers’ bath?!
Ann Vaughn instantly panicked, her hands and feet flailing in mid-air, "I was joking with you!"
"I took it seriously."
"..."
Despite the intimidating words, ultimately, Cyrus Hawthorne merely placed her in the bathroom and then turned to leave.
Only then did Ann Vaughn realize he was teasing her in return, leaving her feeling a bit frustrated.
There’s always a higher mountain.
The water in the bathtub was just the right temperature as Ann Vaughn half lay inside, allowing the warm water to envelop her, feeling as if every cell in her body was rejuvenated, so comfortably one could sigh with relief.
But being too comfortable isn’t always a good thing, as she soaked, Ann Vaughn’s head tilted to the edge of the tub, and she fell asleep.
After who knows how long, Cyrus Hawthorne, leaning against the bathroom wall outside, furrowed his brows, knocked on the door, and not hearing a response, pushed it open and walked in.
At a glance, he saw Ann Vaughn asleep by the bathtub’s edge, her small face pinkish, looking so adorably innocent that it made one want to pinch her.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed deeper, a nearly tender helplessness crossing his narrow eyes.
Carrying Ann Vaughn out of the bathroom, Cyrus Hawthorne took a hairdryer from the drawer, let her lie on his big legs, turned on the switch, and gently dried her long hair, which was damp from the water.
"Mmm..." In her deep sleep, Ann Vaughn subconsciously snuggled her cheek and went quiet again.
Yet the cheek that rubbed against her left the Great BOSS Hawthorne looking utterly dark...