Chapter 141: Chapter 141: What Do You Want to Do to Me?
Bella Hawthorne didn’t know that if there was a third person in the ward at this moment, they would be extremely shocked to hear Cyrus Hawthorne’s answer.
Shortly after Bella left, Mark Joyce knocked on the door and entered the ward with a document in hand.
"President Hawthorne." Mark Joyce handed over the document he was holding, respectfully addressing Cyrus Hawthorne, "The results you wanted are out. How do you think we should handle this?"
Cyrus set down his utensils, took the document from Mark Joyce, and began to read through it.
After finishing the content, Cyrus’s thin lips curved slightly upwards, his eye corners lightly lifted with a lazy and faint smile.
"Tell the people below not to suppress the heat of this matter any longer. When the time is right, upload this document."
"But President Hawthorne, the video where Miss Vaughn admitted..."
"Apart from those two words, did Ann Vaughn mention anything else from start to finish?" Cyrus tilted his gaze towards Mark Joyce, his long fingers lightly tapping the table twice.
Mark Joyce recalled the video and shook his head.
"Do I need to teach you how to proceed further?"
"I understand what to do now. Rest assured, I will handle this matter before tomorrow." Mark Joyce quickly formulated a plan in his mind.
Cyrus gave a light "hm," signaling that he could leave, and continued dining.
Mark Joyce recalled that these days, Cyrus had been handling bath issues himself, suggesting, "President Hawthorne, your injuries are severe. It must be inconvenient for you to bathe or change clothes. How about letting me find a care worker..."
"No need."
Mark Joyce remembered that Cyrus had mild mysophobia, disliked being touched by strangers, or anyone being too close. He even maintained some distance from family members.
So he said no more and left.
The night was silent.
The VIP ward door was quietly pushed open and then closed without making a sound.
Ann Vaughn carefully walked in, tiptoeing to the bedside.
Cyrus was leaning against the pillow, arms folded behind his head, eyes closed, already asleep.
The warm orange light above cast on him, the eyebrows exuding heroic brilliance descended, and the raven-black eyelashes cast a light blue shadow in his eye sockets, with a high nose bridge and lips slightly pursed.
Perhaps due to the lighting, his defined and angular cold face appeared a bit softened.
Ann Vaughn watched and couldn’t help but extend her small paw, gently poking his long eyelashes—
It’s ticklish.
It seemed to tickle her heart as well.
Ann Vaughn softly smiled, carefully retracting her hand.
Before she could complete the action, the supposedly asleep Cyrus abruptly grabbed the hand Ann Vaughn was trying to withdraw, his narrow eyes opening slowly, tinged with laziness yet revealing deeper meaning.
"Ann Vaughn, what do you want to do with sneaking here in the middle of the night?" he asked in a deep voice.
Ann Vaughn’s ears turned slightly red, feeling a bit tense under the gaze of his eyes that seemed to easily pierce through a person’s heart, "I, I just came to check on your injuries, no other intentions!"
"Oh?" Cyrus’s rough thumb inadvertently brushed over the skin of Ann Vaughn’s wrist, the delicate and smooth texture making him pause briefly, "So what did you find out?"
"The wound keeps recurring, circulation is poor... did you not drink the soup?" Ann Vaughn pretended to stay calm, checked his pulse, and slightly furrowed her delicate brows.
If he had drunk the soup mixed with the extracted medicine, his condition should have improved already, not worsened.
Cyrus looked up at her serious expression, Adam’s apple moving twice, "Mm, it tasted strange, so I didn’t drink it."
"That’s impossible, I tasted it myself before bringing it..." Ann Vaughn puzzledly thought but shut her little mouth upon seeing Cyrus’s slightly joking eyes.
"Ann Vaughn, if you care about me, why not deliver it personally?" His languid voice was full of teasing.
"You saved me that day, I’d have questionable character if I didn’t care," Ann Vaughn stiffened her lips, looking away from his hand still holding her wrist, "Let go of my hand first."
When Cyrus released her hand, she immediately stepped back a few paces, her gaze awkwardly flickering at the ceiling light.
Cyrus said lightly, "Why are you nervous? Although I saved you, it’s not like you need to repay me with your life."
"What do you want me to do?" Ann Vaughn couldn’t help recalling what he said that day at the cabin, a flush climbing up her cheeks.
Even knowing that those words probably didn’t mean anything else to him.
Still, she couldn’t suppress the joy and fulfillment in her heart.
At that moment, she thought, even if she were to die, as long as he was the person beside her, it would be enough.
"Come here, help me to the bathroom." Cyrus with a fist to his lips coughed lightly, eyes calmly watching her, then reached out signaling her to come over.
Ann Vaughn hesitated for a moment but still walked over, helping him up from the bed as instructed, heading towards the bathroom.
"Fill the water." Cyrus withdrew his arm from her shoulder, then said.
"Oh." Ann Vaughn understood what he wanted, walked to the bathtub, adjusted the temperature, and filled the tub with hot water.
"Water’s ready—"
Once the water was ready, Ann Vaughn turned around abruptly, only to bump into a slightly cool, fleshy wall, making her wrinkle her nose from the pain.
But when Ann Vaughn saw clearly what the "flesh wall" was, her face turned a deep red.
"You, why are you undressing!"
The man was undoing the last button of his hospital gown with long, jade-like fingers, exposing a large chest and abdominal muscles that were defined and powerful, almost mesmerizing.
Especially with every breath he took, the beautiful, smooth lines slightly undulated, exuding a deadly seductiveness.
Just one glance was enough to make Ann Vaughn blush fiercely and quickly avert her gaze.
"Do you bathe with your clothes on?" Cyrus lazily looked up at her, undoing the last button and prepared to take his pants off right in front of Ann Vaughn’s wide eyes.
Ann Vaughn: !!!!!
"Take your time bathing!" As if a burst of heat rush instantly to the brain, Ann Vaughn covered her eyes and turned to run out.
Her arm was quickly grabbed.
With a slight force, Cyrus pulled her back, his tone always casual, "Ann Vaughn, aren’t I injured because of you?"
This sentence seemed to freeze Ann Vaughn’s steps, the heat on her pretty face slightly receding.
It’s because of her, insisting he help save someone.
Ann Vaughn silently turned around, with her head hanging low facing Cyrus.
A faint smile flickered in Cyrus’s deep eyes, yet he still maintained an upright, gentlemanly demeanor, "Besides, it’s not like we haven’t been honest with each other before. What are you shy about?"