Chapter 311: Chapter 311: This Creepy Uncle Wants to Kidnap a Child
"Click."
Ann Vaughn was about to put Kenny into the car when she heard a very faint and disturbing sound from somewhere.
She turned her head suddenly, her gaze sweeping around, but she didn’t see anything suspicious.
Could it be she was overthinking?
"Mommy, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing." Ann Vaughn withdrew her gaze, instinctively using her palm to shield Kenny’s little face, then opened the car door, placing him in the center of the back seat before driving away.
Whether it was her illusion or not, it’s always prudent to be cautious.
It wasn’t until she drove into Azure Gardens that Ann Vaughn relaxed slightly. After parking, she took Kenny’s hand to the supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables and snacks, then went upstairs.
"Sweetie, need some help?" Ann Vaughn looked at Kenny’s small arms struggling a bit to hold the shopping bag, finding it amusing.
"No worries, it’s not heavy!" Kenny had a face full of determination as he urged Ann Vaughn to hurry and open the door.
Ann Vaughn had to let him be, lowering her head to enter the password on the door, and after opening it, let him inside first.
Kenny quickly changed into his little slippers and jogged to the living room.
"Slow down, be careful not to fall!"
Just as she said this, Ann Vaughn suddenly heard the sound of a shopping bag hitting the floor from the living room, and panic flashed in her eyes as she hurried to the living room.
"Ken..." Ann Vaughn rushed into the living room anxiously, only to see Kenny standing there perfectly fine, not suddenly fainting, and she heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
Yet before she could fully relax, Ann Vaughn’s peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on her couch, exuding an aura of dignity and aloofness. Her bright eyes suddenly contracted, and her heart involuntarily tightened.
Boundless fear and unease instantly enveloped her senses like poisonous vines.
How could he...
Ann Vaughn’s mind went blank, and the confused buzzing in her ears seemed to drown everything out. She didn’t even notice the things she carried falling to the ground.
Before she could react, Kenny’s soft and cautious face lifted to face the man on the sofa, asking, "Uncle, why are you here?"
The hidden surveillance hadn’t given any warning, how did The Archfiend get in?
The man with travel-worn features, his gaze chilled with a hint of weariness, lazily lifted his dark eyes, pausing slightly when his gaze landed on the matching panda slippers on Ann Vaughn and Kenny’s feet.
"Kid, that’s something I should be asking you." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was deep, looking at Kenny with a probing gaze.
Kenny didn’t answer him, squatting down to pick up the scattered items into the shopping bag, blocking Cyrus’s view.
He picked up the items and walked to Ann Vaughn’s side, seeing the barely hidden panic in her eyes, and gently tugged on her fingers with a trace of concern.
Then, with his childish voice, he loudly proclaimed, "Godmother, quickly report to the property services, this creepy uncle wants to steal kids!"
Feeling the warmth of the small chubby hand transferring to her stiff fingertips, the fear in her heart seemed to dissipate, and her strength gradually returned.
"This is someone godmother knows, Kenny be good, help godmother put the things in the kitchen, alright?"
"Okay!" Kenny responded, then carried the items and turned to the kitchen.
The mother and son performed seamlessly, leaving no trace for someone to detect.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes barely perceptibly narrowed, a strange sensation flashing through his heart.
Seeing Kenny enter the kitchen, Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trepidation in her heart as she approached Cyrus, meeting his perceptive gaze, and tentatively asked.
"How did you get the code to my house’s door? Besides, you should still be in Marinia at this time..."
Before finishing her statement, Ann Vaughn realized her wrist was grasped by a slightly cool palm. He exerted a slight force, pulling her close, making her sit in his lap as if she were a child.
"You..." Ann Vaughn was a bit dazed, instinctively wanting to break free.
"Don’t move." Cyrus cupped his chin against Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, his arms holding her slender waist like a shackle, his voice hoarse, "When you’re not there, why would I stay there?"
Ann Vaughn’s heart fluttered, and she couldn’t help but clench her somewhat stiff fingers, hesitating for quite a while, yet she didn’t push him away.
She remembered Mark Joyce mentioning that the Marinia branch of the company had encountered some trouble with the new district project recently, and the entire company was working overtime for it, losing hair due to stress.
Last night after she fell asleep, Cyrus went to the company and didn’t return all night, so she didn’t see him in the morning.
In such a tense and busy situation, for the BOSS to run off like this, the more she thought about it...
"Don’t you think you look like a derelict ruler right now?"
"Hmm?" Cyrus’s voice carried a lazy and seductive tone, slightly tilting his head, his warm breath spilling over the skin of Ann Vaughn’s neck as he teasingly said, "Then I suppose I’m the kind of ruler who never returns to morning court."
Thinking of the previous line to this saying, Ann Vaughn felt her ears burning, pursing her red lips tightly.
This man... must have mastered the art of seduction!
Fortunately, Cyrus didn’t say anything further, leaning against her shoulder with his eyes closed, his expression peaceful.
At that moment, the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, causing Ann Vaughn’s brow to twitch, wanting to get up and take a look, but hindered by Cyrus’s tight embrace, she couldn’t move.
"Let go of me first, I need to help in the kitchen." She struggled lightly, gently reminding.
Cyrus remained unmoved, casually asking, "It seems like you have quite a good relationship with that kid? Even agreed to be godparent."
"Indeed, I really like him, seeing him is like..." Ann Vaughn was about to dive back into her performance with a serious expression on her delicate face.
Before finishing her sentence, a childish yet fierce voice suddenly shouted from the living room entrance, "Creepy uncle, get your claws off my godmother’s waist!!"
Ann Vaughn was startled by the voice, hurriedly turning her head to look.
She saw Kenny wearing a pure white apron, holding a wooden spatula used for cooking in his chubby little hands, his beautiful big eyes glaring fiercely at Cyrus as if he had taken away his most precious treasure.
Kenny was filled with anguish.
He had only stepped away briefly, and The Archfiend was already trying to snatch his mommy away!
Cyrus glanced at the Little Dumpling’s fierce demeanor, "I’m going to fight you to the end," not only did he not release Ann Vaughn, but his embrace tightened, his gaze challengingly meeting Kenny’s eyes.