Chapter 149: Chapter 149: As If the Closest Lovers in the World
"What are you all standing around for? Call an ambulance now!"
"Don’t touch him! The old man’s condition isn’t suitable for moving, everyone stay back!"
The previously quiet tearoom became a jumble of chaos, as the Saxon family doctor laid Elder Saxon flat on the floor and began emergency measures.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t push through, anxiously staring at the back of the head in front of her.
"This is bad, the old man... has stopped breathing!!"
A voice filled with panic and astonishment came from the innermost part, stunning everyone present, and the room fell eerily silent, as if even a pin drop could be heard.
"Impossible—" From the direction where the Saxons were standing, a heart-wrenching scream erupted suddenly, as they cried and threw themselves towards the elder on the ground.
The entire tearoom was suddenly engulfed in a sense of fear and grief shrouded by death.
However, just as everyone was showing expressions of sorrow and regret, bowing deeply to Elder Saxon’s body, they lifted their heads to see a slender figure suddenly appear there.
Her fingers danced as if alive, the golden shadows flitting continually before their eyes.
"What are you doing?!" The Head of the Saxon Family saw someone disrespecting Elder Saxon’s body, inserting a needle into his body right before their eyes, and shouted aloud, reaching out to push Ann Vaughn away.
However, Ann Vaughn avoided the push, accidentally touching Elder Saxon’s face, causing the hand of the Head of the Saxon Family to freeze abruptly.
"Ol-Old man, breathe, breathe..."
Ann Vaughn remained undisturbed by others, meticulously and cautiously inserting several golden needles into Elder Saxon’s acupoints, first at Renying, then Baihui...
Those trying to stop Ann Vaughn were intercepted by the Head of the Saxon Family.
—The situation couldn’t get any worse, why not let this girl try, perhaps what he just saw wasn’t an illusion?!
After Ann Vaughn administered a bottle of herbal extract into Elder Saxon’s mouth, she simultaneously removed the final golden needle with her other hand, her actions smooth and decisive!
Just this action alone stunned everyone present.
"Old Mr. Saxon is temporarily out of danger, quickly get him to the hospital." Ann Vaughn raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, her complexion pale, and swayed slightly as she stood up.
The Saxon family’s young lady immediately stepped forward to support Ann Vaughn, allowing her to rest against her for a moment.
Ann Vaughn gave her a slight smile.
"He’s alive, the old man is alive!" The Saxon family members rushed forward to check on Elder Saxon, only to find that not only had he resumed breathing, but his condition also seemed to improve compared to before the "suspended animation"!
But the doctor did not think just a single woman could miraculously revive Elder Saxon, that would be too laughable.
It could only mean that the old man was in a state of suspended animation and not truly dead at the time.
The woman’s acupuncture action just happened to stimulate a part of the elder’s nerves, causing him to suddenly recover.
The Saxons dared not delay any longer and quickly transported Old Master Saxon downstairs, hurrying to the hospital.
Everyone’s attention was focused on Elder Saxon, momentarily forgetting about Ann Vaughn, who had just pulled him back from the brink of death.
Ann Vaughn had already left the tearoom, hurrying to the bathroom downstairs.
She had drunk a lot of tea while talking with Elder Saxon earlier and was in urgent need.
Exclamations echoed continuously from the main hall, which Ann Vaughn suspected was from the commotion caused by Old Master’s sudden condition, so she didn’t pay it much mind.
If she had just glanced into the main hall at that moment, she might not have even wanted to use the bathroom, desperately wishing to flee from the site with wings.
Exiting the stall, Ann Vaughn stood at the sink and washed her hands thoroughly.
The mirror on the marble counter reflected her tired brows, her eyes drooping lethargically.
She had been getting tired more easily lately.
She longed to return home soon and bury herself in sleep.
Ann Vaughn pondered, pulling out some tissues to dry her hands slowly, lifting her head, and felt a chill, almost getting frightened to her heart’s stop by the reflection in the mirror.
A tall, commanding figure exuding a chilly aura had appeared behind her out of nowhere.
Clad in a deep blue bespoke suit, one hand casually in the pants pocket, exuding an otherworldly and ascetic air.
Yet the face reflected clearly and coldly in the mirror had no warmth at all.
The deep, narrow eyes seemed to entwine Ann Vaughn in an invisible cage, the chill seeping out.
Ann Vaughn felt as if her blood had frozen within her, momentarily forgetting how to breathe, her bright eyes widened as she looked at the man with his severe expression in the mirror.
Him, hadn’t he gone abroad?
Why is he appearing here?!
"Cy-Cyrus Hawthorne..." After a while, Ann Vaughn found her voice, her slender fingers clenching the fabric at her side to mitigate the urgency in her heart.
Even though she told herself there was no need to feel guilty or fear, it was he who didn’t value her and the child’s life and used her, so there was nothing to be afraid of!
But the fear of him seemed rooted in her very bones, just like the affection, not something she could ignore at will.
Ann Vaughn bit her lip, turned sharply, and rushed into a stall!
Escaping the bathroom was impractical; hiding in the stall at least temporarily alleviated the crisis.
—The murderous intent in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes could almost consume her; she wouldn’t be foolish enough to stick her neck out and test whether he intended to kill her now!
Ann Vaughn hastily opened a stall and slipped inside, the door just about to shut behind her.
But the familiar hand, usually wielding a pen to peruse documents, simply pried the forcefully closed door wide open!
In a second, he forcibly entered, and the door followed closely behind him, shutting.
Ann Vaughn instantly felt a sense of frustration at getting herself into this predicament, facing Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep and cold dark eyes, she retreated step by step.
Until her back pressed against the cold wall, leaving no room to retreat.
Ann Vaughn turned her head towards the wall behind, biting her lip, her mind a chaotic mess.
She was about to say something when suddenly her slender waist tightened, and words she hadn’t uttered were abruptly sealed by cold, thin lips!
The man’s kiss engulfed her with overwhelming force, his tongue invading every inch of her mouth, stealing her breath without an ounce of tenderness.
There was only cruel and indifferent ravage between lips and teeth, the pain of his bites making her lips burn, tears welling up in her eyes.
Ann Vaughn winced at the pain, even catching the scent of blood.
She tried to push him away, but he trapped both her hands behind her with one hand, forcing her to arch against him, bringing her closer to his chest as if offering herself willingly.
Tightly sealed, impervious, like the world’s most intimate lovers.
If at that moment, the man kissing her wasn’t shadowed by indifference and abandon, but rather was filled with tender warmth.