Chapter 622: Chapter 622: The Little Pervert’s Potential
At first glance, it seemed like nothing, but upon closer inspection, you would find that the design patterns on the sleeves and collar of her coat were the same as those on the trench coat Cyrus Hawthorne was wearing at the moment.
You could say it was a hidden couple outfit.
"Wait here for a moment, I’ll go over there to buy popcorn and some happy fizzy drinks!" After saying this, Ann Vaughn pulled her hand out of Cyrus Hawthorne’s coat pocket.
"I’ll go get it," Cyrus Hawthorne said in a deep voice.
Ann Vaughn quickly shook her head, retreating toward the counter, "I can do it myself, you just wait for me here!"
If she let him go, she might not be able to add ice cubes to the fizzy drink.
Cyrus Hawthorne stood in place, his narrow, ink-black eyes locked onto her, not moving an inch.
But as his gaze steadily fixed on Ann Vaughn, people in the hall were also paying attention to him.
Even though he did nothing but stand there, it seemed like all the world’s attention focused solely on him.
His handsome face was unmatched, his demeanor cold and proud, like a reclusive immortal from an ink painting, exuding an extreme sense of abstinence and indifference, making people admire him while also developing a longing for him.
"Hey handsome, are you watching the movie alone?" Just then, two girls dressed in midriff-baring outfits, looking sexy and beautiful, approached the man and boldly asked, "If not, can we join you?"
"Yeah, it’s no fun watching alone."
When Ann Vaughn returned with two buckets of popcorn and two cups of fizzy drinks, she happened to hear what those girls were saying, and her mouth twitched.
She had just left for a few minutes, and his charm already attracted new admirers!
"Hey handsome, why aren’t you responding to us?" Not getting any response, the two girls batted their eyes, flirtatiously casting a seductive look, "Could we add you on WeChat?"
"Stay away from me," the man’s handsome face turned icy cold, his narrow eyes harboring sharpness and killing intent as he glanced at them as if they were insignificant trash, sending chills down people’s spines.
The two girls who wanted to get closer were instantly frozen in place, their expressions turning multiple shades.
After dealing with these eyesores, Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze immediately locked on Ann Vaughn, who was hiding in the crowd enjoying the show, coldly saying, "Had enough fun watching?"
Detecting the discontent in his tone, Ann Vaughn hurried over with the items, giggling, "I was out searching for scissors."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained indifferent, unimpressed by her sweet smile.
"Aren’t you curious why I was looking for scissors?" Ann Vaughn handed the popcorn to him while naturally taking the two fizzy drinks, continuing from earlier, "I need the scissors to cut away all your pesky admirers."
The coldness in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes slightly melted as he grasped her cool little hand, taking her to the screening hall.
Just as Ann Vaughn thought the crisis had been averted, the cup of fizzy drink with added ice in her hand was taken by Cyrus Hawthorne.
Her eyelids twitched instantly.
"You don’t need to drink it." A cold sentence dropped beside her ear, nearly making Ann Vaughn explode.
How did he find out!!
About seven or eight minutes later, the horror movie "Haunted House," which allegedly scared up billions in box office due to its high realism abroad, began screening.
"Thankfully Evan Sawyer isn’t like you, always wanting a private viewing; it’s more fun with a crowd," Ann Vaughn whispered close to Cyrus Hawthorne’s ear.
Watching these types of movies is more fun with a crowd.
Listening to others scream tremulously out of fear while munching on snacks is the best dinner companion.
Ann Vaughn mischievously rubbed her hands together, as if a pair of little devil wings had grown behind her.
Next to her, Cyrus Hawthorne glanced sideways at her, frowning slightly as he saw her excited and slightly naughty smile.
——Her reaction seemed off?
Less than ten minutes into the movie, the girls in the front row screamed at the gruesomely terrifying scenes, diving into their boyfriends’ arms.
The great President Hawthorne subtly spread his arms and then glanced at Ann Vaughn with his peripheral vision.
He saw her face filled with excitement and anticipation, whispering softly.
"The imagery is realistic enough, but the blood looks too fake. If the major artery isn’t cut, how can there be so much blood?"
"Why is Sadako creeping out from behind the shower curtain? According to the law, trespassing, voyeurism combined with lewdness; tsk, she’d end up in jail."
"The girls in front sound so scared, hehe."
Cyrus Hawthorne: "?"
Her reaction wasn’t just off, it had a hint of potential for being a little twisted.
Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand to press his faintly aching brow, picking up the popcorn, feeding the chatterbox next to him.
He had thought she was afraid of the dark and would also fear such horror movies.
Now it seemed...
Miscalculation.
Ann • Little Twisted • Vaughn hadn’t noticed Cyrus Hawthorne’s complicated feelings at all, opening her mouth and getting stuffed with popcorn, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster.
From being a bit shy at first to now basically accustomed to Cyrus Hawthorne’s frequent feeding.
After finishing the popcorn in her mouth, Ann Vaughn slightly turned her head, naturally saying "Ah."
The next second, a cool softness unexpectedly touched her lips, encouraging her to open her teeth, and a warm tongue boldly invaded, instantly occupying her territory.
"Mm!" Ann Vaughn’s body jolted, her eyes wide open, half surprised and half flustered, staring at the handsome face close by.
His boldness was too much!
This was in the cinema!!
Noticing her distraction, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes squinted slightly in displeasure, raising a hand to hold her head that attempted to lean back, lightly biting her lip as punishment.
She had eaten quite a bit of popcorn earlier, the sweetness of which was all taken away by Cyrus Hawthorne as he patiently teased every soft spot in her mouth.
Not missing a single detail.
Ann Vaughn’s cheeks turned instantly red, the heat spreading from her face to her eyes, producing a thin layer of mist, pitifully.
The root of her tongue tingling slightly, she wanted to clench her teeth to stop his advances, yet under his temptation and entanglement, she couldn’t hold it together, becoming limp, unable to muster any strength.
The screen continued to display movie scenes, and one glance made her feel she’d have nightmares tonight.
...
The movie ran for almost two hours, but Ann Vaughn actually only paid attention to less than half an hour of it.
With a hungry wolf constantly beside her thinking about extra dinner, it was already hard to focus; how could she avoid the sneak attacks?
As a result, upon leaving the cinema, Ann Vaughn predictably had swollen lips.