Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Love Rivals Aren’t Just Men and Brats
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn’s heart suddenly tightened, and her slender fingers gradually clutched the cup in her hand, unable to avert her eyes.
After a long while, she lowered her eyes and took a sip of her drink, pressing her red lips tightly together.
"Weren’t you not coming? Why did you suddenly show up?" Silas Master Moore, who was brooding over his drink, turned his mischievous eyes and asked puzzledly.
He had personally invited this man several times, but he was completely ignored.
Cyrus Hawthorne cast a narrow glance at him without answering his question, "I heard you hit Susie Sommers today?"
Silas Master Moore’s face stiffened, and he said nothing.
"Hitting a woman, you’re quite capable now, aren’t you." Cyrus Hawthorne scoffed lightly, his voice cold as ice, not sparing him any grace, "Acting with impunity."
"...You also think I was wrong? Susie Sommers tried to ruin the engagement ceremony, shouldn’t she be the one in the wrong?"
Upon hearing this resentment-filled statement, Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes showed a tinge of mockery, "Playing with a woman and losing your mind? Silas Master Moore, when did your standards get so low?"
Instantly, Silas Master Moore seemed as if he had been heavily hit, and his charming face drooped slightly.
"Why do both of you love to meddle in my personal affairs?"
"I’m not interested in your personal matters, but her friend, you’d better not touch, otherwise don’t blame me for being unsentimental."
"..." Silas Master Moore felt his teeth ache, a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes, "Have our roles switched? Four years ago, I was the one advising you to treat Ann Vaughn well."
How did it turn around with him being the one lectured and threatened?
Did Ann Vaughn ascend and bring fortune to all those around her?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep, dark eyes narrowed as he looked at Silas Master Moore’s gloomy appearance and said calmly, "You’re overthinking, we’re different."
The mistakes he made still had room for redemption and remedy.
But Silas Master Moore, the moment he raised his hand and struck those two slaps, he would never have a future with Susie Sommers.
As if he had personally severed the last tie between him and Susie Sommers.
He came specifically to warn this fool, only because he didn’t want to see a certain woman worried and anxious.
Thinking of this, Cyrus Hawthorne slightly turned his gaze and accurately captured the little woman sitting on the sofa over there into his eyes. She was holding a cup of wine, almost finished.
The dessert on the plate in front of her, however, remained untouched.
Cyrus Hawthorne frowned slightly, his long fingers resting on his knee tapped twice.
"Mr. Hawthorne, you, hello." An elegantly dressed socialite, encouraged by her friends, mustered the courage to approach Cyrus Hawthorne’s lounge area and shyly handed over an invitation, "May I invite you to dance..."
"Miss." Before she could finish, Cyrus Hawthorne interrupted her with a calm voice, "Do you have time?"
"Ah? Ah!?" The socialite was momentarily stunned, then an overwhelming joy erupted within her chest, she nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, I do!"
Oh my gosh! Was she noticed by the Cyrus Hawthorne she admired and revered?!
Could it be that Mr. Hawthorne had already noticed her and was simply waiting for her to make the first move?!
While the girl’s heart was pounding, Ann Vaughn was feeling more and more dispirited over here.
Her blood seemed to be stuffed with cotton, making her body feel weak and her mind somewhat foggy.
Especially when she unintentionally turned her head and saw Cyrus Hawthorne smiling charmingly at a sweet-looking young lady, an unnameable anger surged through her, activating the energy channels throughout her body.
He smiled so gently and charmingly at other women, yet to her, he was cold-faced and expressionless, treating her as if she was invisible and directly ignoring her!
Huh, men!
The more Ann Vaughn thought about it, the more the wine lost its sweetness in her mouth, turning unbearably sour and hard to swallow.
As if in a fit of pique, she tilted her chin back and drank all the wine in her cup, nearly choking.
Her mind, already muddled and confused, felt as if a barrier had formed, making it difficult to think clearly or see anything.
At this time, a soft hand gently patted Ann Vaughn on the back, "Miss, you seem not to handle alcohol well, you’d better drink less."
"Have a glass of hot milk, you look uncomfortable."
The young lady’s voice was so soothing.
With her vision blurring, Ann Vaughn squinted her bright eyes, looked at the young lady’s figure, accepted the hot milk she offered, and drank it with satisfaction, "Thank you, miss, you are really beautiful."
Having barely eaten but consumed quite a bit of wine, Ann Vaughn’s stomach felt terrible, but now it felt much better.
Hearing her gratitude, the socialite looked as if she was about to cry, her voice strained, "Thank you for the compliment... Is your driver here? Do you need me to escort you out?"
Ann Vaughn nodded, the blush on her cheeks seemingly ready to burn, her eyes slightly dazed.
"If such a pretty miss escorts me, anything is fine."
The socialite instantly felt as if an arrow had struck her chest, causing her face to turn red, "I’ll, I’ll support you."
"Sure." Ann Vaughn clumsily stood up from the sofa, inadvertently hugging the socialite’s arm and smiling contentedly.
Hehehe, she must be the happiest mushroom in the world.
Was it an illusion of the socialite? She felt a sudden chill climbing up her back the moment Ann Vaughn hugged her arm.
As if she had been targeted by a dormant beast.
"Miss, do you want to go home with me? I’m good at singing and dancing, can earn money and cook, and I’m loyal and faithful, marrying me would be worth it." Ann Vaughn, slightly drunkenly, couldn’t control her mouth from spewing out nonsense.
The last pinch of envy, jealousy, and resentment the socialite felt vanished, leaving her more embarrassed than when she had faced Cyrus Hawthorne earlier.
Oh my gosh, what kind of sweetie is the woman Mr. Hawthorne likes!
She had no chance anymore, sob! Yet she wished to fight Mr. Hawthorne for the woman, what should she do!
Meanwhile, the real Cyrus sitting in the lounge area had his face darkened to the hue of a pot’s bottom as he observed Ann Vaughn’s every action and word.
Yet Silas Master Moore beside him was almost laughing to tears, "Hahahaha...Cian, I think you’re asking for trouble, creating your own romantic rival! Don’t say girls blush, even men can’t resist Ann Vaughn’s flirting!"
Hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face turned even colder, his thin lips tightly pursed.
Little drunkard...
It seemed he needed to guard against not only men and brats.
On the other side.
In the end, Ann Vaughn only agreed to get in the car after much persuasion from Mark Joyce, still somewhat reluctant, leaning against the car window with pursed rosy lips.
"This car looks as cold and heartless, indifferent and unkind as that bastard Cyrus Hawthorne."