Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Cynthia Sheridan Is Dead
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but sigh, "Vera White doesn’t want to keep the child, I can understand her feelings."
"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne narrowed his eyes at her thoughtful little face, and asked calmly: "How do you understand it?"
"A woman only bears children for the man she loves. If the other person is not someone she loves, why would a woman risk stepping into the gates of hell to give birth?"
Ann Vaughn answered casually, pondering, "I remember there’s a recipe; if taken for a week before surgery, it can minimize harm to the pregnant woman’s body, but..."
Before she could finish, Ann Vaughn suddenly felt a tightness around her waist, her body uncontrollably leaning forward, directly falling onto Cyrus Hawthorne’s chest!
"What are you doing?" Ann Vaughn was contemplating the contents of the prescription when Cyrus Hawthorne interrupted her, making her somewhat displeased. She lifted her eyes to glare at him.
She suddenly froze.
The eyes that had been calmly indifferent like water suddenly became deep and mysterious, like the surface of a calm deep sea that quickly gathered a dark whirlpool.
Just one look, and it could completely capture and swallow a person.
Even if she saw him every morning when she opened her eyes, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but be dazzled by his current gaze, her thoughts paused for half a minute.
"Why...are you looking at me like that?"
It made her uncontrollably think of...the fear of being dominated by the bed day and night.
It’s really not her being filthy.
But Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze at this moment was somewhat terrifyingly dangerous, she almost wanted to stand up and run away.
—If it weren’t for his arm holding her waist too tightly.
Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t answer her question; his ink-like eyes remained locked on her, as if confirming something. Suddenly, his thin lips curved into a smile.
That smile was extremely enchanting, capturing the soul.
Ann Vaughn gasped, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, glaring at him. Her small hand pinched his neck, threateningly saying, "Why are you smiling? Was what I said just now so funny?!"
She simply didn’t understand, had she just told a joke?
This man laughed so happily!
At this moment, Ann Vaughn was unaware that her words just now, in the endless flow of time, were more beautiful than all the love words in the world to Cyrus Hawthorne, who had longed for them.
It’s highly possible...that the unnamed man she mentioned in her diary was never anyone else.
To say he was ecstatic was understating Cyrus Hawthorne’s current mood.
He was always calm, rarely showing his emotions openly, yet even without Ann Vaughn understanding what he was thinking, she could feel his joy.
And he physically showed her how joyful he was—
"Mm, White..." Ann Vaughn was unexpectedly silenced, her small hand pressing on his shoulder, trying to push away the man who suddenly turned into a wolf, biting her teeth unwilling to let him succeed.
What a joke!
Vera White was resting in the guest room; the door was open, and one glance outside would show them on the sofa!
Is there no shame?
The fact proved that the great President Hawthorne indeed didn’t care.
Holding his beloved wife, he wasn’t a Galahad, how could he remain indifferent?
Moreover, with her "bold and passionate" confession, the uncontrollable emotions and impulse were urgently seeking a release point.
Before long, Ann Vaughn felt herself suddenly lifted into the air, and when she turned her eyes, she found the room door getting closer.
Ann Vaughn: !!!
"It’s still daytime! Have you considered how the sun feels? You haven’t! You’ve only thought about yourself!" In a rush, Ann Vaughn’s tongue wagging skill activated again.
Cyrus Hawthorne was undeterred by her accusation, after placing her on the bed in the room, he pressed one hand beside her, and the other went to unfasten his tie.
His aura was extremely cold and abstinent; when those narrow eyes looked at you, they made your heart instantly calm, afraid of any thoughts.
But now, as he removed the tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, Ann Vaughn felt an impulse to pounce back.
But she dared not move.
Don’t ask why, just ask if legs would break.
"Ding-dong——" Suddenly the phone rang again, interrupting the perfectly ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
"Wait, the phone!" Ann Vaughn forced herself to escape Cyrus Hawthorne’s slightly warm lips, lightly panting to remind him.
Her voice at this moment was as if she had just come back from rolling in a honey jar, sweet and sticky.
When she spoke, she herself was embarrassed, so she simply turned her head away.
Unable to resist her, Cyrus Hawthorne adjusted his breath slightly, leaned over to take the phone from the table, glanced at the caller ID, and handed it to Ann Vaughn, "Your brother’s call."
Ann Vaughn was stunned, then realized it might be Eli Sheridan calling back from the call she had just hung up.
When Ann Vaughn pressed to answer, before she could speak, Eli Sheridan spoke first, "Annie, Cynthia Sheridan is missing."
Missing?
Ann Vaughn pursed her red lips, after a long time, she softly asked, "Her disappearance shouldn’t have anything to do with me, should it?"
Cynthia Sheridan killed her child; not pursuing her was Ann Vaughn’s last bit of mercy. She really didn’t want to hear anything more about her.
"On the third day of her disappearance, which was yesterday, we found her body." Eli Sheridan sighed lightly, tone somewhat hesitant, "In short, stay well in The Imperial Capital recently, don’t go anywhere, understand?"
Cynthia Sheridan is dead!?
Upon hearing Eli Sheridan’s first words, Ann Vaughn sat up from the bed, surprised beyond words.
Cynthia Sheridan had replaced her as the Sheridan Family’s daughter, logically destined for a life of luxury.
But she is dead...
"I understand." Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, nodded calmly, "But why would you say that? Am I in any danger?"
Watching her closely from the side, Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes slightly narrowed.
"You’re overthinking." Eli Sheridan comforted her warmly, "It’s just that Cynthia Sheridan’s incident happened too coincidentally, and without any forewarning, I worry there might be some connections affecting you."
Before coming to Lyncroft, Ann Vaughn was thinking of visiting Marinia to see her grandparents; Marinia is very close to Lyncroft.
After hearing Eli Sheridan’s words, she wasn’t particularly afraid, "It’s okay. The relationship between Cynthia Sheridan and me is distant now, there won’t be any problems."
"Annie, caution is the key to safety." Eli Sheridan warned her solemnly.
Ann Vaughn instantly frowned in confusion, eventually giving in to his persuasion, "Alright then, I’ll go after the situation calms down."