Chapter 620: Chapter 620: Thinking About Another Man in Front of Me?
A tingling sensation spread uncontrollably from her ears to Susie’s fingertips, causing her to instinctively shrink her neck, biting her rosy lips tightly.
Lowering his gaze slightly, Cyrus Hawthorne could just see the exposed skin of her neck as she bowed her head, appearing even more delicate and smooth against her dark hair, like fine porcelain.
The light in his long, slightly raised dark eyes sank to the deepest depths, so dark it was intimidating.
Although Susie didn’t notice as she kept her head down, she could clearly feel the hands gripping her waist, growing increasingly warm.
Even through layers of fabric, the heat continued to seep into her skin.
Her mouth inexplicably went dry.
"I have another question!" Suddenly feeling the tie of her sweater being undone, Ann Vaughn hurriedly pressed Cyrus’s hand and randomly found an excuse to ask, "Isn’t there something strange about the nurse next to Aunt?"
She hadn’t considered it before, but now that she thought about it, the words Cyrus said to the nurse seemed to have a deeper meaning.
The man’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his voice hoarse, "He is Breeze."
Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, recalling the appearance and figure of the female nurse, her feelings growing complicated.
She hadn’t seen Breeze in person, only heard from Kenny and Sherry’s scattered words that his medical skills were quite formidable.
Yet she never expected the renowned Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor Breeze... was actually a male cross-dresser.
"Tsk... ah!" Ann Vaughn let out an indescribable tsk, suddenly feeling a sharp pain on her collarbone, followed by warmth on her neck that made her tremble repeatedly, "You..."
"Thinking about another man in front of me?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s throat emitted a low laugh, his voice wrapped in a heavy sense of danger, openly attacking Ann Vaughn.
Realizing belatedly the impending danger, Ann Vaughn hastily tried to explain.
But Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t give her a chance to explain, sealing her voice with his lips, swallowing all her protests.
The night was still long.
...
The next day.
Ann Vaughn originally thought as long as she avoided them a bit, The Imperial Capital was so large, the likelihood of bumping into Kressiel and the others was almost zero.
But surprisingly, they took the initiative to find her.
However, it wasn’t Kressiel herself, but the man in the tuxedo from that day.
"Here’s the food you ordered, please enjoy." The café waiter placed the cake and hot beverages on the table, then left with the tray.
Ann Vaughn glanced at the hot cocoa in front of her, her red lips pulling into a slight smile, "Mr. Norn seems well-prepared?"
Not only choosing the café she frequents.
Even knowing her preference for hot cocoa paired with cranberry mousse in winter.
It seems he investigated her beforehand.
"Regardless of whether Miss Vaughn was willing to attend today, this is something Norn should do." Mr. Norn slightly bowed his head, speaking courteously.
Ann Vaughn remained noncommittal, picking up the cup of hot cocoa and sipping, "What is the reason for inviting me out alone?"
"Before that, may I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Suppose someone’s skin is severely burned, leaving indelible deep scars. When it’s windy, those scars turn deep red like allergies, and the person experiences continuous coughing and wheezing, unrelieved by medication, with symptoms disappearing in half a month."
Norn calmly narrated and then asked, "Can this illness be treated?"
Severe burns and unexplained skin allergies.
Ann Vaughn tasted the sweetness on her lips, "Do you know what causes the allergy for this person?"
"The doctor said it’s due to the climate."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn chuckled softly and then put down her cup, "Let’s wait until Mr. Norn decides whether or not he wants me to treat it."
Norn’s expression changed, seeing Ann Vaughn about to get up and leave, he immediately tried to stop her: "The cake is not finished yet, Miss Vaughn, why not eat while listening to me."
"Please go ahead." Ann Vaughn shrugged slightly, and sat back down.
"The place where the patient stays is surrounded by flowers, pollen carried by the wind, not caused by the climate but due to pollen allergy."
Norn flashed a trace of conflict, then sighed: "Apart from continuous coughing and wheezing, the unburned skin develops large red rashes, and if accidentally scratched, it bleeds profusely."
After hearing this, Ann Vaughn paused her chewing of the cake, "Does this person sometimes cough up blood inexplicably, often having blood stains on their clothes?"
Norn’s eyes lit up, "You’re right. Is there still room for maneuver?"
"There could be a chance." Though already grasping much of the patient’s condition, Ann Vaughn didn’t want to make too many commitments before seeing the patient.
Who knows if this Norn will go all out to hide the key causes of the disease, just like before?
Norn was visibly pleased, just about to say more when an exasperated female voice interrupted.
"Norn! What are you doing!"
The familiar voice made Ann Vaughn turn slightly, seeing Kressiel wrapped up tightly like a star going out, angrily stomping over in high heels as she did the day before.
Norn’s face flashed with surprise before standing up and bowing to Kressiel: "Miss."
"Do you still consider me your Miss?!" Kressiel slammed her SK limited edition diamond-studded bag on the table, grinding her teeth and questioning Norn.
"I’ve long said I don’t care about those minor injuries, nor do I want treatment, yet you dare defy my wishes?"
If she hadn’t woken up early today and found Norn missing, only to learn from the bodyguards that he was with Ann Vaughn, she’d probably still be kept in the dark!
This left Kressiel feeling a sense of betrayed anger.
"It’s my fault; Miss can punish me however you want. But please reconsider..." Norn tried to explain, immediately interrupted by Kressiel’s anger.
"Enough! I said it’s unnecessary; it’s unnecessary! I’ll bear all the consequences myself!"
Norn finally had nothing to say, quietly standing there.
Finished with the last bite of mousse cake, Ann Vaughn looked up at them, "Kressiel, Norn only wanted to inquire with me about some medical issues without mentioning your name throughout."
"It was you who told me that the person needing treatment is you."
If Kressiel hadn’t rushed over angrily, although Ann Vaughn had suspicions, she couldn’t confirm Norn was referring to her.
She confirmed it herself.
What?! A trace of shock flashed under Kressiel’s sunglasses.
So, did she just sell herself out?
After saying that, Ann Vaughn stood up and gazed at Kressiel with a faint smile.