Chapter 589: Chapter 589: Was Last Night’s Lesson Not Enough?
The call was picked up quickly on the other end.
"Sister-in-law?" Bella Hawthorne’s voice sounded normal, which eased Ann Vaughn’s worries significantly.
"Bella, are you adjusting well over there in Lyncroft?"
Bella Hawthorne hummed softly, "I’m doing well here, just a bit busy with many things, and the signal isn’t that great... Sometimes when you call, I might not be able to answer."
Hearing her words, the heavy weight in Ann Vaughn’s heart completely fell away.
Luckily, she had been overthinking.
"If you encounter any problems you can’t solve, remember to tell me. Don’t carry it alone, okay?" Ann Vaughn advised.
Bella Hawthorne was silent for a while, not saying anything for a long time.
A few minutes later, Bella’s complaining voice came from the other side again, "Sister-in-law, the signal here is really poor. I’ll tell you more when I get back. I have to go now, bye!"
After saying this cheerfully, Bella hung up the phone.
Ann Vaughn gazed at the terminated call screen with a bit of speechlessness, lightly shaking her head.
It seems that Bella is doing pretty well in Lyncroft; being busy is good sometimes, as it can make you forget things you shouldn’t remember.
This thought had just surfaced in Ann Vaughn’s mind when she paused while reaching for a cup.
So, is Cyrus Hawthorne working regardless of his health because he wants to forget something?
Never mind. What right does she have to intervene?
To accompany Kenny with a clear mind all day tomorrow, Ann Vaughn forced herself to concentrate, striving to finish tomorrow’s tasks within today.
Formulating prescriptions, preparing new medicines, and attending to pre-scheduled patients, one task after another, it dragged on until almost eight p.m. before Ann Vaughn could break free.
Fortunately, all the necessary tasks have been handled.
As soon as she returned to No. 8, Ann Vaughn handed the written medicinal diets recipes to Uncle Dexter, asking him to make a type of medicinal diet daily and send it to the hospital for Laura Quinn.
Ann Vaughn previously had no experience in healing with medicinal diets, or rather, no doctor had such experience.
She went through many related medical books and literature, writing these few medicinal diet recipes based on Dr. Kane’s previous description of Laura Quinn’s physical condition.
The medicinal diets are relatively gentle; consistent consumption aids detoxification without causing fundamental damage.
If purely medicinal treatment was used, even if it cured her, the damage to her body would be significant.
Holding those recipes, Uncle Dexter felt both gratified and heartbroken. Such a good Young Madam, what exactly is the lady dissatisfied with about her?
Just hoping the Young Madam’s meticulous care won’t go to waste.
"Thank you for your hard work. I’ll handle this personally and send it to the lady every day," Uncle Dexter promised.
"Thank you, Uncle Dexter." Ann Vaughn smiled; she’s not doing this to ingratiate herself with Laura Quinn or gain her favor.
After all, she’s not an NPC who needs to live according to Laura Quinn’s favorability.
It’s just... she doesn’t want Cyrus Hawthorne, after just finding his biological mother, to face the pain of losing her.
Moreover, she bears no great enmity against Laura Quinn. In a life-and-death matter, she has no reason not to help.
After having dinner at the restaurant, Ann Vaughn went upstairs.
After a whole day’s exhaustion, she just wanted to indulge in a hot bath and then snuggle into bed with her warm companions and head to dreamland.
After grabbing her clothes, Ann Vaughn entered the bathroom, this time wisely locking the door.
The hot water in the bathtub was soon filled, and Ann Vaughn put her discarded clothes into the dirty laundry basket, stepping into the hot water.
"Mmm..." In the moment her body was enveloped by the warm water, Ann Vaughn sighed contentedly, feeling utterly lazy.
The areas tormented last night, as well as her hands, were still sore and weak. It wasn’t very noticeable before, but now, relaxing completely, she couldn’t ignore it.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes suddenly became indignant, "Ugh! That bastard Cyrus! Scoundrel!"
Whoosh!
Just as she was enjoying her rant, the shower curtain was suddenly pulled open by a large, well-defined hand.
Amidst the steaming mist, a tall silhouette stood under the shower, wrapped in a white towel around the waist, revealing only a glimpse of his broad chest and slightly raised, well-defined arms.
He was facing Ann Vaughn, and as the curtain was pulled aside, they were squarely exposed to each other.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes looked at the man in the mist in astonishment, her pale legs beneath the water petals suddenly shivering.
Damn!
How is he in the bathroom?!
When did he come in... No, how much did he hear?!
"Scoundrel, bastard." As Ann Vaughn’s body trembled, the man’s deep, magnetic voice slowly permeated through the lingering fog.
Like the sound of metal striking stone, falling into her ear, "Last night’s lesson wasn’t enough?"
The words "last night" seemed to trigger a recollection switch, making Ann Vaughn desperately want to escape from that seductive, rosy dream.
Yet, each time she’s about to break free, he’s there to drag her back fiercely, pulling her into an even deeper whirlpool.
—She must have been crazy to have dared seduce him of her own accord!
The fact is, even if she’s having her period, it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s entirely safe.
As long as he wishes, he has a thousand different ways to be intimate with her.
Just like how he kept whispering that line by her ear last night: "Watch carefully how much I love your body."
Loving it so much—not an inch of skin left untouched.
Every part was marked by his faint breath and kiss marks, both amorous and cruel.
Ann Vaughn guiltily tried to sink deeper into the water, wishing she could submerge her head too if practical life allowed.
In her chaotic mind, only two words remained.
It’s over.
In the tense standstill, Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold gaze lingered on Ann Vaughn’s flustered little face for a few seconds before his long legs suddenly stepped forward.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn’s body grew even more tense, her eyes too rigidly nervous to even move.
Just when she thought Cyrus would not let her go, his figure turned, leaving the bathroom.
As that overpowering and imposing aura receded, Ann Vaughn immediately exhaled a breath, grasping the edge of the bathtub and slowly sitting upright.
It’s not that she’s cowardly.
Her body now, whenever Cyrus approaches, instinctively begins to tremble.
If his purpose in punishing her was to make her more afraid of him, she admits, he succeeded.
Having lost the interest in soaking any longer, Ann Vaughn quickly washed herself clean, changed into pajamas, and stepped out of the bathroom.
The main lights in the room had been turned off, leaving only the wall lamps and floor lamps around the bed. The warm lighting cast a thin veil of soft glow on the man reclining at the head of the bed.
Even the cold and grim aura surrounding him seemed to have slightly lessened in its intensity.
Yet, Ann Vaughn knew this was all an illusion.