Chapter 624: Chapter 624: Times Have Changed
This Western restaurant is a place where Willow White had been twice before while on dates with Evan Sawyer. She heard that just booking a seat here usually takes about a week, and sometimes you might not even get a reservation.
But the man sitting across from Ann Vaughn... he went so far as to book the whole restaurant.
This isn’t something that can be done with just money.
So, after seeing Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne enter this restaurant, Willow White followed them without thinking.
— I bet her husband still doesn’t know about the "good things" she’s doing behind his back, right?
"Ah! So it’s you, Mr. Hawthorne!" After approaching the table, Willow White feigned recognition of Cyrus Hawthorne, widening her eyes in surprise: "S-sorry, I just thought you were someone else... I made a mistake."
"Please don’t misunderstand, Mr. Hawthorne, my sister doesn’t change boyfriends often. She doesn’t have coffee and chats with another man, only to be caught by that man’s legitimate wife... ah!"
As if she had unintentionally let something slip, Willow White quickly covered her mouth and looked regretful.
Her voice was just right, not too loud nor too soft, for the row of waiters before this table to hear.
Moreover, the hints and explosive information she revealed suggested that Ann Vaughn changes men like clothes, implying she’s involved in someone else’s marriage, could not be clearer.
The waitstaff all kept their heads down, but their ears were pricked up.
Yet, Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained indifferent, as if he hadn’t heard Willow White’s words, casually resting his chin on his hand while looking through the menu.
He didn’t even acknowledge her, nor did his eyes stray in her direction.
"For now, these. Bring out the dishes as soon as possible." A moment later, Cyrus Hawthorne closed the menu and instructed the waiter by his side in a calm voice.
"Yes, Mr. Hawthorne." The waiter stepped forward to take the menu, replied deferentially, and then turned away.
Ann Vaughn picked up a biscuit, put it in her mouth, and casually asked, "You didn’t ask me and just ordered the food directly. What if it’s something I don’t like to eat?"
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly narrowed his sharp eyes, "You won’t." He added matter-of-factly, "You’re not a picky eater, easy to feed."
Swallowing the biscuit in her mouth, Ann Vaughn completely ignored the stiffened Willow White at the side and retorted.
"Then why did you say girls are born delicate while in the mall earlier, and need to be taken care of meticulously?"
That line had brainwashed her enough to feel guilty when she tried to stop him from buying things for her.
"That was then, this is now."
Ann Vaughn: "..." Huh, men.
Willow White kept the apologetic expression on her face, so much so that her face was about to cramp.
But those two in front of her?
They were practically feeding sweets into her mouth without asking her first! Did they ask for her opinion?!
"Hey, isn’t this Miss White? Why are you still here?" Ann Vaughn lightly turned her gaze and, propping her cheek, smiled as she looked at the stiff-smiling Willow White standing there. "Do you have more to say?"
"I..."
Willow White forced a smile. Just as she was about to reply, Ann Vaughn interrupted her, "Wait, please hold on for a moment."
Wait for what?
Willow White frowned, not knowing what Ann Vaughn was up to,
but it didn’t take long for her to find out.
Today, the Western restaurant was only serving Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne, so the dishes came out several times faster than usual, and they quickly brought all the courses.
After taking the wet towel handed by Cyrus Hawthorne and wiping her fingers with a smile on her lips, Ann Vaughn said to Willow White, "Miss White, you may begin now."
"What?"
"You can start your performance now." Ann Vaughn kindly repeated, "I think your monologue is fantastic, quite entertaining, since you’re idle anyway, why not continue and amuse us?"
Having said that, Ann Vaughn picked up the knife and fork in front of her, smiling, "Come on, I’m all set."
There was a soft chuckle from among the waitstaff, from someone unable to hold back their laughter.
Willow White’s doe-like eyes reddened, "Sister, I kept your secret with good intentions, why do you have to humiliate me?"
She turned to Cyrus Hawthorne, her eyes innocent yet aggrieved: "Mr. Hawthorne, can you just sit by and watch your wife unreasonably bullying others without stepping in?"
A stifled snort.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn nearly laughed, wondering if this woman had some brain damage?
She’s actually seeking help from her man?
Her nerve is thicker than the sky!
"Mind your boundaries." Cyrus Hawthorne looked at Ann Vaughn with cool eyes, which made Willow White’s heart leap with joy.
After all, she was Evan Sawyer’s girlfriend, and considering the good relationship between Mr. Hawthorne and Evan, how could he just let Ann Vaughn carelessly mistreat her?
If in public, Ann Vaughn was shamed by her husband, haha, she would surely have a hard time!
Willow White’s smile immediately expanded several times larger as a thought crossed her mind, and she pretended to stagger toward Cyrus Hawthorne!
Her choice of movement was strategic; even if she couldn’t fall into Cyrus’s arms, she would make contact with his body.
Then she’d pretend to struggle a bit and see what Ann Vaughn thinks—
However, the ideals were rich, but reality was harsh.
Just as she started to fall, she was intercepted by Dragon, who appeared out of nowhere.
Then Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice rang out cold and calm, "No need to dirty your hands, leave the murderous tasks to Dragon."
"Pfft." Although Ann Vaughn guessed he had more to say, she did not expect it to be so vicious.
Gosh, hopefully, this delicate white lotus isn’t scared to death.
The smile on Willow White’s face hadn’t even had time to fade before her face turned as pale as flour—did they mean to kill her?
"I-I’m Evan Sawyer’s fiancée, if you really do that, he won’t let you off!"
The moment she finished, a derisive laugh came from behind her, "My fiancée? Willow White, you esteem yourself too much."
Having heard Cyrus Hawthorne was dining here, Evan Sawyer had come by and happened to hear Willow White’s words, dismissing the last lingering thought in his heart.
"E-Evan..." Willow White trembled all over, her eyes filled with panic as she watched the man approach her.
Evan Sawyer didn’t look at her; he greeted Cyrus Hawthorne, "Bro, sorry to interrupt your meal with sis-in-law, I’ll handle this matter."
"Just this once." Cyrus Hawthorne cast a light glance at him without saying more.
Evan Sawyer couldn’t help but feel relieved, turned to Willow White, and said coldly, "Come with me." After speaking, he headed for the door.
Willow White didn’t dare linger any longer and quickly followed.
She merely uttered a few words, and the man was inclined to kill her!
What’s scarier is that killing seemed to him just a mundane, trivial affair...