Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Has She Had a Child?
Her resistance was too obvious in her eyes, and Cyrus Hawthorne squeezed her palm, asking no further questions.
Most items in this store are handmade, with the most exquisite being the carved beads and floral woven skirts. These are common crafts from the Isle of Flora, nothing unusual there.
But in Marinia, they are particularly adored and popular among young women of this era.
Ann Vaughn hadn’t seen such beautifully crafted floral woven skirts in a long time and couldn’t resist picking up a red dress woven with chain flowers and going into the fitting room.
After changing into the floral woven skirt, Ann Vaughn walked to the full-length mirror inlaid with shells and looked at it, marveling at each flower on the skirt.
Indeed, it’s a craft unique to the Isle of Flora.
Every flower on it feels incredibly soft, with the branches used only for decoration. They don’t scratch the skin at all, and there’s no heavy or dragging sensation, only a remarkable lightness.
"Ha, since when does this store entertain shameless mistresses, not afraid of polluting the air here?"
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from behind.
Ann Vaughn turned around to see a woman wearing a pink floral woven skirt looking at her with mocking and provocative eyes.
"Who are you?"
Serena Morgan’s pretty face almost twisted as she looked at Ann Vaughn pretending not to recognize her, gritting her teeth in hatred, "Stop pretending! Don’t think you can escape the shameful act of clinging to Elliot by doing this!"
For unimportant people, Ann Vaughn usually couldn’t be bothered to remember them.
But when she mentioned Elliot, Ann Vaughn remembered, "You’re that rotten peach blossom of Elliot?"
"You’re the rotten peach blossom!" Serena Morgan pointed at her angrily, "Elliot and I grew up together, truly in love. If it weren’t for you, we’d have been together long ago!"
"Is that so? Then I wish your dream comes true." Ann Vaughn smiled slightly, then picked up her skirt and gracefully walked out of the fitting room.
Serena Morgan was momentarily stunned upon hearing her wish her "dream comes true," confused about why Ann Vaughn would express good wishes.
But when she understood the meaning of "dream comes true," her face twisted with anger.
What dream come true!
This woman was clearly mocking her, telling her not to dream on!
Ann Vaughn walked over to Cyrus Hawthorne, twirling in front of him like showing off a treasure, "Look, isn’t the floral woven skirt gorgeous?"
Cyrus Hawthorne paused his long fingers on the phone, locking his narrow eyes on her body, not missing a bit of the scene in front of him.
Her skin, already white as snow, so translucent like fine jade, was accentuated by the bright red of the chain flowers, standing out as extraordinarily beautiful.
Truly making one want to reach out, take it home, and hide it forever, away from prying eyes.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s sexy Adam’s apple rolled slightly, his eyes darkened, and he said word by word, "Very beautiful."
"Right? I think this dress is beautiful too." Ann Vaughn thought he agreed with her words, feeling utterly delighted.
But there always seemed to be someone annoying enough to spoil the moment.
"I wondered why you didn’t stick to Elliot going abroad, turns out you’ve found another sponsor?" Serena Morgan, full of resentment, came chasing after them, nearly breathless upon seeing Cyrus Hawthorne.
Even though his black suit showed no brand, the unique design felt reminiscent of a top fashion show by designer Aris that Serena once had the fortune to attend.
There was a rumor that Aris had long stopped designing clothes for anyone or held fashion shows. No amount of money or power could persuade him to design.
Then there was the watch visible on his wrist, one she had seen in magazines before, a Patek Philippe Trossi Leggenda, its value immeasurable.
At least in Marinia’s elite circles, no one could possibly own such a timepiece.
Serena Morgan’s eyes reddened with jealousy, glaring at Ann Vaughn, as if she could tear her apart with her bare hands out of spite.
Why?!
This woman snatched her Elliot, but why does this gutter mistress get chosen by such a high-quality man?!
She refused to believe that when the man she clung to found out she was two-timing and had another man’s child, he’d still tolerate her!
"Sir, don’t let this woman deceive you! The last time I saw her, she seduced my fiancé, not to mention shamelessly had his child!" Serena Morgan shouted loudly.
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, her back slightly chilled.
Oh no, she had forgotten, Serena Morgan had seen Kenny!
Back then, to help Eli Sheridan get rid of this rotten peach blossom, she hadn’t denied the accusations!
It was too late to panic now; she could only take it one step at a time.
Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, calming herself, and asked Serena Morgan, "Do you have paranoia?"
"What? Did I expose you, and now you’re ashamed and angry?" Serena Morgan sneered, then told Cyrus Hawthorne, "Sir, this woman is full of lies, utterly shameless, don’t believe a word she says!"
"You..." Ann Vaughn frowned, just about to counter, when a warm hand suddenly covered the top of her head.
"Do you still want to look at other things? I heard the berry juice here is both sweet and sour, you love sour things, you might like it." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was deep and warm, showing no sign of anger.
Ann Vaughn was stunned for a moment, wasn’t he supposed to be very angry?
"Well, then, let’s take another look?" Ann Vaughn glanced at Cyrus Hawthorne uncertainly, as if pondering what scheme he might be plotting.
"Let’s go." Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, then took her hand, leading her further in.
Ignored by the side, Serena Morgan’s face went from red to blue to white, changing like a face performance, quite spectacular.
"Sir, did you not hear what I said?!" She stomped her foot furiously.
"Are you done yet?" Ann Vaughn turned back as if to retort, it really was maddening.
As expected, rotten peach blossoms aren’t so easy to deal with, next time she sees Eli Sheridan she’d have to make him pay!
"Ignore her." Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand, pressed the back of her head, his voice so indifferent it sent a chill down her spine, "Just a clown, trying to perform, without even knowing her place."
Those words were truly harsh.
Even Ann Vaughn felt a slight chill, wanting to shiver, let alone Serena Morgan, who was pierced by those words.
Serena Morgan no longer had the courage to call them back, a chilling sensation rising from her feet nearly froze her.
This man... so terrifying!
Just then, the curtain of the fitting room was pulled aside, and Jane Sheridan slowly walked to Serena Morgan’s side, hugging her shoulder comfortingly.
"Don’t be sad, her scheming is too deep, how could your innocence compete with her." Jane Sheridan sighed, then suddenly changed tone, "But, did you say earlier that she has a child?"