Chapter 366: Chapter 366: Her Diary
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes instantly revealed a hint of a smile, but his face remained expressionless, "You were just urging me to be quick, and now you are denying it?"
Boom!
The awkward memory suddenly brought a blush to Ann Vaughn’s cheeks, making her already delicate and beautiful face even more lively and charming.
Like a Lichidas rose about to bloom, bathed in dew, every smile and frown full of allure.
"You did it on purpose!" Ann Vaughn was so angry. If he hadn’t deliberately teased her, how could she have said something so embarrassing?!
"Then don’t say things that make me lose control, hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand and gently rubbed Ann Vaughn’s flushed lips with the rough pad of his finger, his voice very deep.
She had said so many things, how was she to know which one made him lose control?
Ann Vaughn quietly pouted before turning to look around the apartment, only to discover that nothing seemed different from when she had left.
It was as if someone had been living there all along.
She paused, somewhat incredulous. If everything had been deliberately preserved, it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.
Before she could voice her doubts, Cyrus Hawthorne had already taken her hand, leading her to the bedroom where she had previously stayed.
As soon as she entered, Ann Vaughn felt a wave of familiarity surround her, from the color of the curtains to the cactus on the table, everything was just as it had been.
"No one lives here, why keep everything as it is?" Ann Vaughn walked to the window, lightly poked the pot of hanging ivy with her slender finger, and turned her head to ask Cyrus Hawthorne.
She watched as he took a red diary from a drawer beside the desk.
Ann Vaughn: !!!
This scene frightened her, and she immediately lunged forward to snatch the diary from Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand, "This is mine, give it back! Wait... You haven’t read what’s inside, have you?!"
She had a habit of keeping diaries, accumulating a small boxful from childhood to adulthood, all carefully stored under the bed at Azure Gardens Apartments.
When she went abroad, she only took her diaries and medical books, leaving behind the Golden Needle and other tools to avoid Cyrus Hawthorne’s suspicion.
But she hadn’t expected there to be any leftovers!
"Why? Is there anything here that I shouldn’t see?" Watching Ann Vaughn’s anxious and embarrassed look, Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow and purposely lifted his arm so she couldn’t reach the diary.
"This is my personal privacy! How can you read it without my permission!" Ann Vaughn jumped trying to grab the diary, then hugged his slim waist attempting to climb up, "Give it back to me!"
Cyrus Hawthorne smirked, looking at Ann Vaughn nearly hanging onto him, then opened the diary, turning the page towards her.
"The person I like will one day cross the tide of time and come to me."
"But when he finally comes, I no longer have the right to like him."
His voice was inherently cool and magnetic, reading such a girlish diary entry made one feel especially embarrassed.
Ann Vaughn almost let out a scream like a groundhog!
He actually read it! And memorized it! Otherwise, he wouldn’t remember it so clearly!
"It’s known that this person isn’t Sutton Jennings, so who exactly is he?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes flickered with thought, then he looked at Ann Vaughn’s flushed face, his brows furrowing.
He initially thought this person was Sutton Jennings for a simple reason.
Ann Vaughn always noted the date and weather in her diary. Upon deep investigation, he could easily find that during that time, she had just met Sutton Jennings.
But, they had met when they were younger.
Especially the sentence "I no longer have the right to like him" likely referred to the fact that she was already married to him.
In fact, Ann Vaughn’s words had deeper context; those unaware of the details would misinterpret their meaning.
Thinking she married someone she didn’t want and thus missed the one she truly loved.
But at the time, she was thinking Cyrus Hawthorne fell in love with her sister, Cynthia Vaughn, rejecting her own existence, which was akin to—
She no longer had the right to like him because he wouldn’t allow it.
Ann Vaughn would never have imagined that Cyrus Hawthorne would misunderstand her liked person as Sutton Jennings due to this sentence!
Words buried in one’s heart for too long often become the hardest to speak.
Such as at this moment for Ann Vaughn.
"Oh dear." Ann Vaughn’s eyes rolled, suddenly bending over, her face pale, "My stomach hurts!"
Cyrus Hawthorne frowned, put the diary aside, and carried her to the bed, letting her sit on his lap.
"Where does it hurt?" He lifted Ann Vaughn’s shirt hem, placing his palm on her stomach, pressing gently.
The warmth of his palm on her skin made Ann Vaughn shrink back slightly, then gradually adjusted, pretending to be uncomfortable to avoid the subject of the diary.
Looking at the little one purring like a lazy kitten in his arms, Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharp facial lines seemed to soften, becoming gentle.
He knew she was avoiding the topic.
But being able to hear from her that she didn’t like Sutton Jennings was already an unexpected joy.
As for the rest... they had plenty of time ahead.
Perhaps Cyrus Hawthorne’s massaging was too comforting, causing Ann Vaughn’s distant sleepiness to gradually return, her head resting against his chest, and she fell asleep right away.
Cyrus Hawthorne placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, then glanced aside at the calendar on the wall.
Her period hadn’t arrived yet.
But recalling her earlier explanation about collapsing from exhaustion on the floor, the risk of catching a cold in a heated room was high, let alone when Cyrus Hawthorne came in to get her.
The room was not only without heating but the windows were wide open, chillingly cold.
Considering their earlier uninhibited romp in the car, her knees might start to ache when she wakes up.
With this in mind, Cyrus Hawthorne left the bedroom, taking his phone to the living room.
Just about to dial the internal medicine expert’s number, a familiar number called in.
The warmth in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes turned cold, his lips curved into a mocking smile as he answered the call, remaining silent.
"Today’s matter was an accident, I was already unconscious before it happened, Ann was not harmed in any way."