Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Throwing Herself at Him
In an instant, the subtle cool scent unique to a man enveloped Ann Vaughn’s nose, dominantly wrapping her whole being.
She reluctantly propped herself up on his shoulder, her pretty face slightly annoyed as she glared at Cyrus Hawthorne, "This is the office, what are you doing?"
Plus, the office door was slightly ajar; anyone could walk in at any moment.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face was extremely cold, especially when he caught the apprehension and worry in her eyes, his thin lips curling coolly.
Was their relationship so unworthy of being seen?
She took a light breath, both angry and aggrieved: "Don’t bully me. I was with Vera White all day in the apartment yesterday, discussing prescriptions and what dress to wear to tonight’s party."
"Hmm." Cyrus responded nonchalantly.
The office door was slightly ajar, with Mark Joyce and the head of the planning department standing outside, unsure whether to go in or not.
"Special Assistant Joyce, aren’t you going to report in for me?" the planning head asked, looking at the unresponsive Mark Joyce.
Mark Joyce’s face was expressionless: "Do you think I’m that eager to court disaster?"
Planning Head: "..." He didn’t want to die either.
But if he went in now, he might die faster.
Don’t be fooled by how gentle President Hawthorne looked while holding Miss Vaughn; to them, he was only a stormy coldness.
Just thinking about it was like a river of tears QAQ.
Mark Joyce directly ignored the plea for help from the planning head, leaning over to close the slightly ajar office door tightly.
At the end, he couldn’t resist sneaking a peek inside.
He saw Ann Vaughn sitting in Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms, her head tilted on his shoulder, while Cyrus looked down, his expression unclear.
In such a quietly beautiful atmosphere, if he interrupted the BOSS and Miss Vaughn today...
The BOSS would be sure to set the dogs on him tomorrow!
Not willing to die, Mark Joyce chose to leave with the planning department head, giving the two inside enough space.
However, the actual situation was disturbingly quiet and beautiful.
...
When Ann Vaughn woke up, soft golden sunset light filled the entire lounge; she was unaccustomed as she turned her head, sitting up on the bed after a while.
After surveying her surroundings for a moment, she remembered where she was—the lounge in Cyrus Hawthorne’s office.
Where was he?
Ann Vaughn didn’t see Cyrus’s figure in the room, strangely relieved in her heart.
Recalling what they’d done on the office chair just now made her feel flustered and wish she could take a cold shower.
Even though she admired his attractiveness, she wanted to take the initiative, not be overpowered into constant retreat and pleading!
"Knock knock." A knock sounded suddenly, "Miss Vaughn, are you awake? May I come in?"
Ann Vaughn immediately came to her senses, trying to find her clothes, only to find they had disappeared, so she wrapped herself in the quilt.
"It’s not convenient, do you have something to say?"
"President Hawthorne instructed me to bring you a dress when you wake up, and the stylist and makeup artist have already arrived," the female secretary said from outside the door.
Bring her a dress?
Ann Vaughn wrapped herself tighter in the quilt, suddenly remembering she had used tonight’s business party as an excuse to deal with Cyrus earlier.
"Could you please bring in the clothes first, and we’ll talk about the rest later."
"Okay." The female secretary responded and came in, seeing Ann Vaughn still sitting on the bed, she closed the door and then placed the dress on the table, smiling, "I placed the dress here for you."
"Thank you." Ann Vaughn nodded and thanked her.
The female secretary then left the lounge, and while Ann Vaughn changed clothes, she quickly took out her phone and sent a message to the secretary group chat.
"Ahhh, I just saw the little hickey on Miss Vaughn’s collarbone!! What did they do for the last two and a half hours inside!!"
"You actually peeked on the future Madam President! You better resign tomorrow, and before you leave, summarize everything you saw in a report and hand it in!"
"Oh wow, I heard the gossips in the PR department insinuating Miss Vaughn was desperate for attention, doomed to be dumped by President Hawthorne eventually."