Chapter 593: Chapter 593: Stop Being So Self-Important!
"Mommy, what about Uncle Jennings?" Kenny noticed his mommy didn’t mention Sutton Jennings’s name and reminded her.
Although Uncle Jennings couldn’t catch up to his mommy, he seemed to fit well in the best friend category.
Ann Vaughn was slightly stunned.
Ever since Sutton Jennings unexpectedly confessed to her at the hospital, she hadn’t contacted him again.
Clearly, even when they’d occasionally chat, their relationship never felt distant, as if it had suddenly been completely pulled apart.
Though this had been her unilateral action.
Since she couldn’t give Sutton Jennings hope or what he wanted, it was better to cut off cleanly.
Though cruel, she didn’t want him to miss out on a better match because of her.
"Mommy? What’s wrong?" Seeing Ann Vaughn lost in thought, Kenny tugged on her sleeve and asked softly.
Ann Vaughn immediately snapped back to reality and shook her head slightly at Kenny, "Mommy’s fine, just thinking about who to mold first..."
"Kenny thinks anyone is good; Mommy’s work will always look nice," the little flatterer praised endlessly.
The atmosphere was harmonious, and their skills so impressive that the staff couldn’t look away.
The man standing at the door was less delighted.
When Kenny mentioned Sutton Jennings earlier, Ann Vaughn’s expression was subtly strange.
Perplexed, dazed, and complicated.
What was she lost in thought about for almost five minutes?
Wondering about this, the man tapped his cheek with his tongue, his handsome face showing a hint of casualness.
...
Crafting the ceramic dolls took hours from molding to firing.
Fortunately, the final product was gratifyingly flawless, making the time spent negligible.
Kenny was quite satisfied with his miniature mommy, gifting it to Ann Vaughn and earning a sweet kiss, leaving the little dumpling over the moon.
But his stamina was limited, and he was starting to feel sleepy, half-eyed and drowsy, following Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne.
Cyrus Hawthorne, focused on the blissed-out woman beside him, raised an eyebrow slightly, "Mine?"
"Nope." Ann Vaughn lazily responded, then placed Kenny’s precious ceramic doll into her handbag, "If I crafted you, I’d worry about nightmares at night."
Perhaps because he was overly quiet last night, Ann Vaughn’s lost courage was back.
No sooner had she said this than Cyrus Hawthorne retrieved a ceramic doll from her bag resembling him closely.
The features, hairstyle, attire, and posture all remarkably mirrored him at that moment.
Every detail showed the maker’s dedication.
"When did you learn the art of saying one thing and meaning another?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes gleamed with a smile, his long fingers playing with the doll, teasingly.
Ann Vaughn: "...Stop flattering yourself!"
If she had known, she would never have let this doll survive out of the kiln.
"Did you reject Sutton Jennings the same way when he expressed his feelings to you?" Before Ann Vaughn could lament, Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly dropped a second unexpected question.
A straightforward hit left Ann Vaughn defenseless, her "yes" nearly spilling out.
But as she reacted, she realized that apart from her and Sutton Jennings himself, there shouldn’t be a third person aware of this.
How did Cyrus Hawthorne know?!
Mind Reading Technique??
Although Ann Vaughn had rejected him then, she now felt inexplicably anxious.
Especially since she and he had several conflicts related to Sutton Jennings, making her even more reluctant to tell the truth.
"Why would he express his feelings to me?" Secretly taking a breath, Ann Vaughn tried to appear flawless, counterattacking Cyrus Hawthorne with his ambiguous gaze: "Seems Mr. Hawthorne has considerable experience in matters like these? A lot of admirers, huh?"
Those admirers really were blossoming everywhere, even blooming into the company!
Perhaps hearing the hidden meaning in Ann Vaughn’s words, Cyrus Hawthorne smirked slightly, "I only see this lone blossom—it’s you."
Other weeds didn’t catch his eye.
Ann Vaughn froze, her cheeks spreading a faint blush.
Seriously!
He’s teasing her again! She wouldn’t fall for it this time!
Ann Vaughn turned around with some annoyance, when the corner of her eye glimpsed a figure swiftly ducking into an alley...
Luckily her memory was good; she immediately recognized it as the one following them yesterday!
Not giving up yet...
"Cyrus Hawthorne..." Ann Vaughn felt a chill down her spine, just about to speak, when she saw him answering a call.
It seemed like an urgent company matter, filled with many technical terms unfamiliar to her.
After about ten minutes, Cyrus Hawthorne ended the call, then said to Ann Vaughn, "I have to return to the company for an urgent matter, want to come with me?"
Previously, Ann Vaughn would have refused him, preferring to go alone rather than with him.
But since the one following them hadn’t found a chance to act, who knows what they might do.
She couldn’t risk Kenny and her safety due to a temporary impulse.
"Alright." Ann Vaughn made the decision without much hesitation.
Cyrus Hawthorne wasn’t surprised she agreed, his narrow eyes indifferently sweeping a corner of the street, his light lips curving mockingly.
Overestimating themselves.
After their departure, the figure in the alley hesitated, intending to follow.
But in those few seconds of hesitation, Dragon appeared behind him, striking him unconscious on the ground.
"Pathetic coward." Dragon sneered slightly, nudging the stalker, shaking his head uninterestedly.
Posed no challenge.
...
Hawthorne Group Tower.
Originally, Ann Vaughn thought Cyrus Hawthorne meant returning to Villa No. 8, but waking up, she found herself at this iconic building.
Guessing that he might need to handle urgent business here first, she didn’t say anything.
"Get out of the car." Cyrus Hawthorne got out, circled to Ann Vaughn’s side, opened her door, and said sternly.
Ann Vaughn was puzzled, "Why do I..."
"Mommy, can Kenny go inside and see? Please?" Before she finished, the little dumpling next to her blinked his big eyes, looking expectant.
Thinking for a moment, Ann Vaughn hesitated, "Your daddy will be busy; how about we come back another time?"
Moreover, now Ann Vaughn felt an inexplicable resistance to going into that office.
She really didn’t want to go back in.
Perhaps Ann Vaughn’s dislike was too obvious, half leaning on the car roof, Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face slightly darkened, leaning in, and scooped the little dumpling straight out of the car.