Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Her Favorite
Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face bore a bloodthirsty smile, "Women who try to get into my bed don’t fare well."
"I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I’ll leave now and won’t bother you again," Jane Sheridan showed just the right amount of hurt on her face, then opened the door and walked out.
Once outside, Jane leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
How to describe that feeling just now... it was like being stared down by a ferocious beast, the oppressive force making it nearly impossible to breathe.
But—
Only a man like this deserves her, right?
A determined look flashed in Jane’s eyes, and she suddenly recalled the words she heard earlier. After a brief analysis, her expression changed.
She had wondered why, whenever Cynthia Sheridan was asked why she had been disfigured, she would only hesitate and say it was because she angered Cyrus Hawthorne.
This woman dared to forget her status and tried to climb into Cyrus Hawthorne’s bed!?
Foolish and greedy, absolutely beyond saving!
If it weren’t for someone specifying that they wanted this woman, she wouldn’t have let her live this long!
At this moment, Jane saw Mrs. Lynch leading several servants hurriedly upstairs, not even having time to greet her, rushing straight into the room.
When they came out, their hands were full of bed linens, carpets, and even the chairs and tables by the bed.
These were the things Jane had touched in the room just now.
"Burn it all and have someone send over new furniture," Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold instructions came from inside.
Instantly, the color drained from Jane’s face completely.
...
Sent back to the apartment, Ann Vaughn felt her way into the nursery, wandering ghost-like to the side of the bed.
With a certain little dumpling still blissfully unaware in his sleep, she grinned, and hugged him tightly in her arms.
In the darkness, a voice slightly muffled by alcohol hiccups was heard, "Finally got to hold Mommy’s favorite Kenny..."
Kenny was already a sound sleeper, vaguely heard his mommy’s voice, turned his little body, nodding his sleepy little head, his childlike voice soft, "Kenny loves Mommy the most too..."
A dreamless night.
Waking up the next day, Ann Vaughn felt as if she’d been pounded all night, sore and uncomfortable all over.
Looking again, she was lying on Kenny’s tiny bed. How could such a small space accommodate an adult like her, naturally causing her to sleep uneasily.
In a crazy act, last night her brain must have short-circuited, she ended up in the nursery fighting for bed space with her son!
Someone should give Kenny a cake for having such an overly reckless mommy...
Ann Vaughn contemplated this as she laboriously did some stretching exercises, waiting for the stiffness and numbness in her limbs to ease, then got out of bed.
The sudden dizzy spell in her brain nearly sent her crawling back onto the little bed, it took a long while to alleviate.
Ann Vaughn paused for several seconds, recalling her actions last night...
Her runaway memories finally found their way home, arrogantly forcing their way into Ann Vaughn’s mind.
Once she remembered what she did and said last night, Ann nearly wanted to retreat to the little bed, staying indoors as a quail for the time being.
At least that way she wouldn’t have to bear the consequences of drunken rambling...
Why does she, such a serious person, become so nonsensical when drunk?
Before Ann could figure it out, she heard Sherry’s voice, "A customer has ordered a large quantity of Heavenly Fragrant Dew, but the only request is to meet you. Annie, what do you think?"
"I’m not a complimentary item, no..." Ann Vaughn didn’t even think before outright rejecting.
"This order exceeds a million."
"Well, just meeting won’t cost me anything, a client so generous should have some privileges, right Sherry?"
Sherry’s light laughter came from outside the door, "Alright, I’ll tell them you’ve agreed. You should know this person, it’s the Levitt Family, so I felt comfortable approaching you."
Last time Ann Vaughn was stuck at the detainment center, though Cyrus Hawthorne eventually took her out, the Levitt Family also played an important part.
With that favor alone, Sherry couldn’t ignore this person’s request.
Moreover, Heavenly Fragrant Dew is set to be the flagship skincare product upon Vaughn Clinic’s opening, signing such a large order even before opening signifies a good start.
"Levitt Family?" Ann Vaughn felt a bit puzzled. If Silas Kane wanted to see her, a phone call would suffice; why go around the bend?
At one o’clock in the afternoon.
Ann Vaughn arrived on time beneath the tallest Ferris wheel in The Imperial Capital, though her expression was a bit complex.
Could it be that the person wanting to see her was Luke? Although she hadn’t gone to meet the child, whenever she chatted with Quinn on WeChat.
That child would take over Quinn’s phone to chat with her, very clingy.
Ann Vaughn pondered that once things settled down, she’d find time to visit Luke. If circumstances allowed, maybe Kenny and Luke could become friends.
"Screech—"
A somewhat sharp braking sound rang out, followed by a sapphire blue Lamborghini stopping in front of Ann Vaughn, its scissors doors opening.
A man in a white suit, with an impeccably handsome and bright face, approached Ann Vaughn holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Hello," Shane Sharp raised a seemingly charming smile at the corner of his mouth, listening to the exclamations around him, handing the bouquet to Ann Vaughn, "I..."
"Sorry, I don’t buy flowers." Ann Vaughn shook her head slightly, declining the person before her.
She was waiting for a client, not casually wandering, otherwise, she might have bought a few flowers for a vase.
Shane’s charming smile immediately froze on his face, nearly choked by her words, "I’m not a flower seller, I..."
"Whatever you’re selling, I don’t need it, thank you."
After being mistaken for a salesperson and refused twice by the Little Fairy, Young Master Kane felt his self-esteem taking a toll.
Come on, does his face look like that of a salesperson anywhere??
"I’m Shane Sharp." Shane simply gave up his flower delivery strategy, introducing himself, habitually fluffing his bangs with his index finger.
Shane Sharp?
To say Ann Vaughn has a flawless memory for medicinal ingredients, recognizing them instantly.
But remembering someone with whom she’s had no real connection took her a full two minutes before she realized who Shane Sharp was.
But watching her silent contemplation, Shane’s fragile heart almost shattered; surely his face doesn’t look like one that could be forgotten, right?
Last year, he was even voted one of The Imperial Capital’s most desired men to marry!
Inexplicably pleased, Shane thought to himself, it’s precisely this Little Fairy of his, so different from other women who might be after his wealth or looks!