Chapter 302: Chapter 302: This Man Is Flirting with Her Again!
Dead silence suddenly began to spread from the back seat, as if the heater had suddenly malfunctioned, making the temperature inside the car bone-chilling.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, Cyrus Hawthorne still had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but the meaning behind that smile sent a chill down her spine...
"What’s wrong?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes shrank slightly, and she instinctively moved a little to the side.
How could she have forgotten about this man’s almost obsessive possessiveness? Is it too late to jump out of the car now?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes squinted slightly, the coldness in him suddenly receding a lot, his gaze shifted back to the computer, speaking indifferently: "Nothing, just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
Upon hearing her inquiry, Cyrus gave her a sideways glance, his expression so indifferent it showed no fluctuation, "You want to know what I’m thinking, yet you didn’t mention who the man you just spoke of is — that’s not fair."
Ann Vaughn choked, somewhat unable to keep up with his train of thought, "Why would you say that?"
"That’s called a fair exchange, good girl."
"..." Ann Vaughn was almost amused into anger, yet curiosity about what he was thinking sparked within her, prompting her to reply a little testily: "He’s the eldest son of the Sheridan Family, he helped me quite a bit, I’m very grateful to him."
She suspected he was actually trying to get her to talk, hence making up some nonsense about an equivalent exchange.
"Oh? He helped you a lot?"
"Yes, if not for him at the time, I probably wouldn’t have been able to...
The words "give birth to Kenny" hadn’t slipped out yet when Ann Vaughn realized something, she quickly switched: "go on living."
Her heart started beating rapidly, almost as if it were going to leap out of her throat.
Just a bit more, and Kenny’s secret would have been exposed.
"Is that so?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze on Ann Vaughn was deep, concealing an undetectable curiosity.
When a person lies, their heart rate is far above their normal speed.
And the little one’s heartbeat just now was exceptionally fast, indicating she lied.
A colossal lie.
So, what kind of secret would make her fear his knowledge?
"Yeah!" Ann Vaughn nodded like a chick pecking at rice, fearing he’d notice anything, her delicate face very naturally calm.
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly curled his lips, his palm casually stroking Ann Vaughn’s soft fluffy hair, his ink-like eyes unfathomable, "If I get a chance in the future, I will personally thank him."
His words carried a few ambiguous undertones, giving Ann Vaughn an unfounded premonition that he might have sensed something.
But this was likely her imagination.
Even Eli Sheridan said that under those circumstances, it’s a miracle she could give birth to Kenny.
Doctors had repeatedly warned her to either have an abortion and undergo uterine fibroid removal surgery, or insist on giving birth, but the mother might not survive.
The fact she could live meant the child couldn’t be kept.
No matter how suspicious Cyrus Hawthorne gets, he would never guess she not only gave birth to that child but he was right under his nose...
As the landscapes whipped by outside the car window, they soon arrived at the Hawthorne Corp. branch building.
"There’s a screening room in the lounge, if you get bored, you can go in and watch some movies." Before entering the meeting room, Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was deep: "Wait for me obediently."
"You’re here for work, why bring me along?" Ann Vaughn asked, somewhat puzzled.
Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t answer, his deep gaze landing on the notice posted on the wall behind her.
Ann Vaughn instinctively followed his gaze and saw the warning sign with a slogan written on it.
[Please keep your valuables with you to prevent loss.]
Realizing his intentions, the nearby executives let out a gentle, kind laughter.
Ann Vaughn’s cheeks flushed bright red, this man was teasing her again!!
And why was such a sign posted here!
"Wait obediently for me, don’t wander around, to prevent loss." Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes held a rich smile, lifting his hand he lightly pinched Ann Vaughn’s fair, small earlobe.
After speaking, he turned and walked into the spacious meeting room behind the glass door.
Ann Vaughn only felt the area he so gently pinched turn warm, biting her lip she turned and fled towards the lounge.
The lounge was not only equipped with fitness equipment and stress-relief facilities, but in the corner, there was a small children’s playground with a trampoline.
Perhaps children brought by guests would be placed there to play, something must have happened before, hence the warning sign on the wall.
Retracting her gaze, Ann Vaughn pushed open the door to enter the screening room inside.
The screen was showing a zombie-type movie, indicating someone had already come in before her.
But Ann Vaughn scanned her surroundings yet didn’t see that person, they must have already left.
She picked up the movie catalog and glanced at it, discovered it surprisingly featured one of Kenny’s favorite spy films, and casually started to play it.
Unexpectedly, it was a comedy, with the protagonist Agent 009 perpetually bringing mishap, creating much hilarity while executing his missions.
"Noisy."
Out of the blue came a hoarse voice differing from the foreign language in the movie, startling Ann Vaughn enough to drop her popcorn, her bright eyes swiftly scanning the room.
At this moment, a figure stood up from the first row in front of the screen, his features obscured by backlight.
That person got up and directly headed towards the exit, seemingly turning his head to glance at her as he passed by Ann Vaughn.
Coincidentally, the light reflected from the screen was fairly bright, and Ann Vaughn vaguely discerned the profile of his face.
A very striking facial outline, like a mixed race, his left eye bearing a tint of pale blue, embedded with a hint of weariness, reminiscent of a Russian Blue cat displeased with interrupted sleep.
He paused for just a second before turning away and leaving the screening room.
Ann Vaughn blinked, recalling the zombie movie she saw upon entering, left her doubtful.
Could anyone really sleep through watching such a type of movie?
After the film ended, Ann Vaughn walked to the front to shut off all the equipment, just about to leave, when she saw something wedged in the first-row seat.
It was probably unintentionally dropped when the mixed-race individual got up earlier.
Ann Vaughn went over and picked it up, discovering it was an amulet with two delicate characters embroidered using thread.
Elias Hawthorne.
He has the surname Hawthorne, meaning he’s part of the Hawthorne Family?
Ann Vaughn frowned at the amulet in her hand, but she remembered that there were no mixed race members in the Hawthorne Family, nor were any elder’s wives foreign.
Wait...
The Hawthorne Family’s late aunt was indeed from a wealthy family in K Country, but she passed away very young and didn’t have any children.
Two years later, the Hawthorne Family’s uncle remarried, and the new wife soon bore a son, but his name wasn’t Elias Hawthorne, it seemed he was called... Jules Hawthorne.