Chapter 537: Chapter 537: Feel Free to Resist
Her demeanor made Henry Hawthorne feel that the Hawthorne Family owed her too much, that she had been wronged.
He and the family agreed that Miyi Yates was the best choice for Young Madam Hawthorne.
From family background, status, power to personal qualities and abilities, she was most suited for Cyrus Hawthorne.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
...
It was too late at night, so Ann Vaughn and Kenny stayed at the family house to rest and did not return to No. 8.
Having not seen Bella Hawthorne all day, Ann Vaughn sent her a text asking why she didn’t come back.
But she never received a reply from Bella Hawthorne.
She remembered that Bella Hawthorne seemed to have been working at Hawthorne Corp.’s entertainment company since returning to the country, working as an artist’s agent, frequently flying all over the place. Perhaps today was the same.
Ann Vaughn didn’t send her any more messages and got up to walk to the Little Dumpling playing with his handheld mirror, picked him up.
"Sweetheart, Mommy’s going to give you a bubble bath!"
Upon hearing Ann Vaughn’s voice, Kenny’s little chubby hands quickly turned off the handheld mirror and nodded obediently, "Okay."
The more guilty Kenny felt, the more behaved he became.
Ann Vaughn cooperatively didn’t expose his little schemes, instead pretending not to know, as she led him to the bathroom she asked, "How cooked do you want the water, sweetheart?"
Kenny pouted, "Mommy, are you trying to stew Kenny?"
Using the term "how cooked" to describe it!
"Haha, tonight Mommy’s going to have boiled plump little dumpling!" Ann Vaughn deliberately showed a mischievous smile, as if getting ready to show off her skills today.
"Kenny’s fluffy, not plump!"
When Cyrus Hawthorne returned to the room, what he heard was laughter constantly coming from the bathroom, along with the sound of splashing water, inexplicably making his cold and hard heart suddenly soften.
As if the sunshine drove away the coldness interwoven in his heart, leaving only warmth.
In no time, Ann Vaughn emerged from the bathroom holding the fragrant Kenny wrapped in cow-print pajamas.
She glanced at Cyrus Hawthorne, who was sitting at the bedside reading a book, and couldn’t help but smile, "You’re done with work?"
"Yes," Cyrus Hawthorne answered lightly, looked up at her, and saw her wearing the same pajamas as Kenny, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Ann Vaughn placed Kenny in the middle of the bed, then went to fetch another set of cow-print pajamas from the wardrobe, "Quinn, you wear this!"
Cyrus Hawthorne took the cow-print pajamas she handed him, his expression slightly complex, "Where did you get it?"
"Grandpa prepared it for us, you must wear it!" Kenny giggled as he climbed up, using his chubby hands to push Cyrus Hawthorne, his baby voice full of schadenfreude, "Quick, go take a bath!"
He didn’t believe that The Archfiend dressed in such childish pajamas could still maintain his imposing presence!
When the time comes, he must take a picture and capture his handle, hehe.
Detecting Kenny’s eagerness in his words, Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips twitched, his words of refusal had just reached his lips when he caught sight of Ann Vaughn’s overly sparkling eyes.
Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."
Almost half an hour later, Ann Vaughn and Kenny, who were sitting obediently on the bed side, finally saw Cyrus Hawthorne emerge from the bathroom.
He indeed changed into the cow-print pajamas, originally these pajamas worn by such a dominant and commanding man should look childish and ridiculous.
But upon seeing him, the visual effect was completely different.
His tall and slender figure was the most perfect golden ratio, comparable to an international male model, but his aura was cold, strong, and unyielding, unmatched by those male models.
Even the ridiculous cow-print pajamas were accentuated by him, turning them into what appeared to be a handcrafted designer piece, showing not a hint of childishness.
Kenny’s handheld mirror was ready, waiting to photograph The Archfiend.
Seeing The Archfiend’s demeanor unaffected, instead there was a hint of the adorable contrast his mommy liked, he couldn’t help but lower his head to look at his own little cow-print pajamas.
Unexpectedly facing the adorably big eyes of the little cow-print pajamas, Kenny: "..."
Alright.
Unaware of her son’s momentary dismay, Ann Vaughn stared at the scene in front of her, instinctively covering her nose.
Can’t handle it, can’t handle it.
For some reason, despite him buttoning up every single button, with a poised and dignified appearance, Ann Vaughn’s mind couldn’t help but flash to
Oh.
She was craving for his body!
She was improper!
After harshly scolding herself in her mind, Ann Vaughn held her cheeks, delightedly continued to watch.
Even someone as composed as Cyrus Hawthorne was made to blush at the ears by her unabashed gaze, he turned to twist open a bottle of ice water, tilted his head back to drink it all, hoping to quell the subtle delight in his heart.
This was probably the first time the family slept in the same bed.
Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne lay on each side, and Kenny slept in the middle, a gentle warmth flowed within.
Kids fall asleep quickly, before long Kenny was asleep, his little face rosy and incredibly cute.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t resist lightly touching his little cheeks, just as she was about to withdraw, a warm hand held hers.
She slightly froze, the first thought that entered her mind was that the recent nurturing was effective, Cyrus Hawthorne’s body temperature used to be cold, even more than hers, but now it had improved quite a bit.
From beneath her curled lashes, Ann Vaughn’s eyes showed a hint of a smile, the next moment she felt herself suddenly lifted in the air, she widened her eyes, watching herself being carried over by Cyrus Hawthorne.
He did it effortlessly, even without touching Kenny in between, he moved Ann Vaughn from one side to his chest.
Ann Vaughn, wanting to cry but having no tears, half lay on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his heart, lowered her voice, "Don’t act recklessly, Kenny’s still here!"
"Weren’t you just so captivated, how quickly you forget?" came a slightly teasing voice from above her head.
She raised her head, her eyes meeting his deep, narrow dark eyes, her heart fluttered slightly.
Ann Vaughn’s face reddened more and more, almost to the point of bleeding, "Let me go!"
"No." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice stretched with laziness and unrestrainedness, with a hint of mischief, "If you’re not worried about waking Kenny, feel free to resist."
Ann Vaughn: "..."
Was he sure she feared waking Kenny?