Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Where Did This Little Angel Come From
[The little prince is so cute, my girlish heart is about to explode! Sister will wait for you to grow up!!]
[Didn’t I say the rumors from a few days ago were false? President Hawthorne and his wife haven’t been affected at all, they’re as loving as ever. Some gossips really should give it a rest, spreading rumors could get them in trouble!]
[Aren’t there fewer and fewer surface couples nowadays? Everyone can put on a show, maybe they’re staying together for the sake of the child? After all, since ancient times, a mother’s status rises with her child.]
As soon as this message popped up, Miyi Yates saw someone post two photos below.
She clicked to view, and the smile on her face gradually faded.
The group chat exploded because of those photos, with message notifications ringing endlessly.
[Take a good look at the photos if you can’t see! Just now, a female employee accidentally spilled the bought coffee on the president’s wife, and I was standing right there, saw President Hawthorne’s face change instantly with my own eyes!]
[When President Hawthorne took off his suit jacket to drape over the president’s wife, I thought that would be the limit! But ladies! There was even a princess carry, ladies! Oh, I’m dead!]
[You call that putting on a show? You call that a surface couple? Today I’ll foot the bill, you really should check your eyes out!]
[When will I ever get my turn in the most beautiful love story??]
Unlike the shrieking ahhh from the internal group chat, there was silence in the private president’s elevator.
Under the watchful eyes just now, Ann Vaughn couldn’t refuse Cyrus Hawthorne, allowing him to pick her up.
—God knows she was just having her clothes soaked with coffee, not a sprained ankle.
"The coffee isn’t hot, and I didn’t get burned. Could you put me down now?" Ann Vaughn had to lower her voice to say to Cyrus Hawthorne, since Mark Joyce and others were still in the elevator.
Hasn’t he gotten tired of holding her for so long?
Cyrus Hawthorne glanced down at the person in his arms. His brows furrowed tightly when his gaze fell on her red neck and collarbone.
"You can’t feel anything?"
"You’re the one who can’t feel!" Ann Vaughn retorted discontentedly, attempting to touch the moist spot on her neck, only to be stopped by Cyrus Hawthorne.
Could it really be a burn?
Ann Vaughn was a bit taken aback, but the coffee wasn’t even that hot, just warm.
Besides, it didn’t hurt at all...
Kenny, being too short, couldn’t see Ann Vaughn’s neck, and only pouted, snorting quietly and turning his head away.
If he knew, he wouldn’t have come here, and mommy wouldn’t have gotten burned.
The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor.
Cyrus Hawthorne carried Ann Vaughn out of the elevator first, striding towards the office, with the Little Dumpling stepping quickly to keep up.
"Ho... President Hawthorne, hello, Miss Vaughn." Even though the secretaries had already learned the first-hand news in the group, it couldn’t compare to seeing it with their own eyes.
"Bring the medicine box to my office." Cyrus Hawthorne instructed mildly before walking into the office.
Kenny did not follow, his childish voice saying to the secretaries, "Pretty sister, just give me the medicine box, I’ll take it to daddy."
He was adorably handsome, those big bright eyes looking at someone like they were filled with starlight, making people feel as if they fell into the Milky Way.
Where did this little angel come from!!
The secretaries clutched their chests, their hearts bursting into wild screams internally; how to stop wanting to steal the child!
"I’ll go get it right now, you wait here a moment." Fortunately, they still had some sense, quickly retrieving the medicine box and handing it to Kenny, "Can you handle it?"
Kenny nodded seriously, "No problem, Kenny is already a little man. Thank you, pretty sister, for your help."
With that, the Little Dumpling trotted towards the office with small steps.
The secretaries watched as he tiptoed to pull the door open, their hearts melting with bubbles of cuteness.
Inside the office.
As the saying goes, one can’t rely solely on feelings.
Ann Vaughn looked at the mirror to see her red neck and slightly furrowed her brows, "Fortunately, it’s not too serious; applying ointment for a couple of days should do it."
"Not too serious?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes darkened as he evenly applied the ointment to her wound, compressing his thin lips into a line.
The Little Dumpling who carried in the medicine box yet had his task taken resented it, but seeing his skill was still decent, he lightly huffed and said, "As long as it doesn’t hurt, mommy thinks it’s okay."
Primarily afraid of pain.
Ann Vaughn’s pretty face turned embarrassed, retorting, "Isn’t it... ah!"
Before she could finish, a sharp pain came from the wound.
The cool ointment applied to the heated skin of her neck created a stark contrast in temperature, exacerbating the pain considerably.
It was like all the discomfort Ann Vaughn ignored earlier had suddenly been made up for.
The Little Dumpling immediately leaned forward, "Kenny will blow, and the pain will fly away!"
With tears welling up in her eyes, Ann Vaughn said, "Thank you, baby, mommy doesn’t hurt at all now."
"Crybaby." Cyrus Hawthorne set the ointment aside and, with a familiar touch, rubbed the back of Ann Vaughn’s neck as his magnetic voice sounded.
Ann Vaughn glared at him, about to retort when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Mark Joyce entered, placed two bags on the table, and left.
Cyrus withdrew his hand, saying lightly to Ann Vaughn, "Go change your clothes."
Wearing clothes wet from coffee had long been uncomfortable for Ann Vaughn, intending to use the ointment application as an excuse to leave.
But now, with no reason remaining, Ann Vaughn had no choice but to give up her resistance.
"Oh."
After Ann Vaughn took the bags and went into the lounge, Kenny jumped off the sofa, "I’m going to investigate something, I’ll be back soon."
"Don’t go too far," Cyrus Hawthorne did not stop him, only reminding.
The tiny figure quickly dashed out through the door and ran off.
Shortly after he left, there was another knock on the office door, "President Hawthorne, Miss Yates is here."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes remained on the files on the table, not looking up as he replied, "Let her in."
Miyi Yates, in a beige vintage dress with lace white gloves and holding a pearl handbag, walked in from outside, her face smiling, looking elegant and refined.
"Family Head," Miyi Yates approached the desk and bowed her head, softly calling, "Regarding that matter, please let me expl—"
"Stop." Cyrus Hawthorne interrupted her coldly, then signed his name on a file, setting it aside.
Understanding his dislike for interruptions during work, Miyi Yates said nothing more, waiting quietly.
About ten minutes later, the lounge door was pushed open.
Ann Vaughn came out wearing a red sweater dress, holding a coat of the same color but not wearing it, as there was heating in the office, not feeling cold, she simply held it.