Chapter 603: Chapter 603: She’s Just a Little Liar
Willow White’s face tightened, but she quickly shook her head as if nothing was wrong, "No, don’t you already know everything about my matters?"
She lowered her head uneasily, afraid that Evan Sawyer would notice her unease from her expression.
Yet she didn’t see that Evan Sawyer’s smile had completely vanished, replaced by layers of indescribable loneliness and irony.
...
Due to this unpleasant episode, the follow-up arrangements were canceled, and everyone went back to their own homes.
God knows Ann Vaughn wasn’t particularly keen on going home.
She rapidly calculated in her mind the reliability of jumping out of the car versus rushing into her room and locking the door as soon as she got home.
——Why did she have to say that extra sentence!!
Annie sat calmly in the comfortable and spacious backseat, one hand on her cheek as she looked out the window, trying hard to create an aura of "I’m very calm" as if it was just a small confession, no big deal.
And she tried very hard to ignore the deep, searching glances occasionally cast from beside her, which was quite a struggle.
Half an hour later, the black Maybach came to a stop.
Ann Vaughn quickly opened the car door and jumped out, rushing into the villa without daring to look up, then dove into the elevator.
Her slender fingers that pressed the floor button were almost burning, and it took several tries to press it correctly.
Hurry up, hurry up, faster!!
In Ann Vaughn’s silent scream of pounding heart, the elevator doors finally closed!
As soon as the elevator doors opened on the third floor, Ann Vaughn quickly ran out, adjusting her breath while racing into the master bedroom and swiftly closing the door!
But just then, a great force abruptly reopened the door Ann Vaughn was halfway closing, and a tall, dark figure swept past her.
In the blink of an eye, it pressed Ann Vaughn’s delicate body heavily against the door pane!
"You..." Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened slightly, looking somewhat incredulously at the man so close to her, "How did you..."
Were his legs really that much longer than hers, to be so fast??
"Mrs. Hawthorne, why are you running?" The man’s face, as if sculpted with cold precision, bore a smile. The frost and snow in his dark eyes seemed to melt in the face of warm sunshine.
Flowing into a vibrant spring, shining in his handsome brows and eyes.
Ann Vaughn bit her lip tightly, feeling the heat from her fingers almost spreading to her heart and the rest of her body, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably, even his deep and alluring voice sounded indistinct.
He was so close, his warm breath softly brushing against her ear, causing fine goosebumps to rise on her skin.
She didn’t answer for a long time, seemingly starting a tug-of-war with him, her lips pressed tightly.
Cyrus Hawthorne gazed at her blushing face as if tinted by rouge, his brows carrying a bit of joy, looking extremely happy.
The only displeasure seemed to be because she hadn’t confessed directly to him.
"Mrs. Hawthorne, are you shy?" Cyrus Hawthorne slightly tilted his head, his thin lips just a centimeter away from Ann Vaughn’s flushed neck, forming a joyful arc.
That sentence instantly set Ann Vaughn off.
"Who’s shy?! Don’t talk nonsense; I’ve never known what shyness is since I was young!" Ann Vaughn rebuffed him, her neck stiffened.
"Oh? Then why don’t you dare look me in the eye?"
Ann Vaughn paused, then her small mouth quickly started, "... Is there a diamond in your eyes, or are they gold-plated that makes them look better than mine, why would I look at your eyes? Hmph, I see them every day when I open my eyes, truly lacking any novelty, I’m already sick of looking at them, don’t want to look anymore!"
She said all this in one breath, boldly and without even pausing.
If not for her shyly red neck and ears, one might really be deceived by her calm tone.
But the more anxiously she denied it, the more it showed the panic and nervousness of her secrets being exposed.
How could the ever-perceptive Cyrus Hawthorne not see it?
"Sick of it?" Cyru Hawthorne’s smile deepened, as he gently touched Ann Vaughn’s face and gazed at her intently with affectionate eyes, "Didn’t you say your love was as strong as gold, this life always devoted to me? Changed so soon?"
"Don’t get conceited!" Ann Vaughn felt a whirlpool stirred in the pool of spring water in her heart, especially listening to his slightly complacent voice, she denied without thinking, "I only said that to stop Willow White from spreading things everywhere, to prevent misunderstandings, deliberately tricking her!"
"Such words, a smart person would hear as a threat, that has nothing to do with a confession, only fools would be deceived!"
With each sentence, her heart rate increased by several beats.
Who knows if Ann Vaughn felt it herself.
But Cyrus Hawthorne, who felt her heart racing from the pulse under her neck, knew it clearer than anyone.
——She’s quite the little fraud.
If it were really a lie, why would she be this flustered?
Cyrus Hawthorne sighed softly, holding Ann Vaughn’s burning face, his thin lips brushed past the tail of her eyes filled with panic and tension, landing on her lip corner, muttering softly, "But what to do?"
What to do!!
Now wouldn’t be the time to release her!!
Ann Vaughn’s heart was about to explode, she had no energy left to follow through with his words, only wanting to escape this space filled with his faint peppermint scent!
"I like you that much."
Before Ann Vaughn could figure out a strategy, this hoarse, emotion-laden sentence instantly shocked her entire body, her eyes tightening.
If a small volcano didn’t just erupt earlier, now time seemed to have stopped.
The flow speed of time in this space seemed to slow down abruptly, far distances now brought the faint sound of wind rustling tree leaves, nearby each other’s clearly audible heartbeats.
Slowly, slowly beat against Ann Vaughn’s heart, weaving a massive web with each rhythmic thump that enveloped her completely.
But what to do.
She willingly fell for him.
"What... did you just say?" Ann Vaughn’s long lashes trembled gently, as she finally found her voice after quite some time, fingers resting on his waist gripping his suit coat involuntarily.
Feeling her unease and astonishment, Cyrus Hawthorne simply smiled lightly and gently kissed her sweet lips, "Confessions are something I should’ve done first, it was my oversight."
He didn’t repeat the words but made Ann Vaughn feel reality more than any repetition could.
It was like a drifting soul suddenly reuniting with its body, making everything real again.
She felt as if she heard fireworks blooming by her ear, saw the splendid spectacle of flowers blooming before her, followed by joy and happiness surging in her heart.
The corners of her lips lowered, just as the happiness reached her brows.