Chapter 567: Chapter 567: I’m Back
She was hit by three bullets, though not in fatal areas, there’s nothing more terrifying than the wounds that keep bleeding, without being able to stop them.
Meanwhile, a pure black helicopter, like an eagle in the night sky, circled around Baolong a few times, then steadily landed on the rooftop.
Perhaps those near death often see things they shouldn’t...
In the gradually blurring vision, Ann Vaughn felt that the tall figure stepping down from the helicopter was so familiar that it made her heart tremble.
The man walking towards her under the moonlight wore a pure black uniform of abstinence style, his figure was long and upright, and even from a distance one could feel the powerful aura emanating from him.
Proud, cold, like a solitary wolf under the night.
At that moment, the heart of Ann Vaughn, like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly began to uncontrollably beat again.
Warmth suddenly surged in her stiff, wooden eyes, falling drop by drop in bright crystals uncontrolled, sliding down her cheeks.
The man walked up to Ann Vaughn, with the thin moonlight behind him, and his handsome face, as if finely carved, gradually appeared before her, like an iceberg revealing itself.
Clear, familiar, etched into her bones
It was the face from her dreams.
"I’m back." He cupped her cheeks, lowered his head, gently imprinting his thin lips onto her slightly trembling eyes, slowly trailing down, kissing away the moist traces on her cheeks.
His voice beside her ear was deep and cold, yet as alluring as ever.
Just like his familiar motion of cupping her cheeks, despite so much time passed, it hadn’t grown the least bit unfamiliar.
The warm and soft touch from Ann Vaughn’s face went straight to the tip of her heart, leaving her frozen in place.
So much emotion surged in an instant that she couldn’t recover for a long time.
"Kenny..." When she finally found her voice, Ann Vaughn spoke, only to be buried again by despair, causing her shoulders to tremble heavily.
"Kenny is okay." Cyrus Hawthorne raised his arm to embrace her, his voice deep and certain: "He suffered a minor injury, has been sent to the hospital already."
Ann Vaughn suddenly raised her head to look at Cyrus Hawthorne, eyes flashing with wild joy, shock, and disbelief, wanting to believe yet afraid it’s a lie he said to comfort her.
She couldn’t hide her thoughts, Cyrus Hawthorne saw through them at a glance and knocked her lightly on the head.
"Ann Vaughn, are you doubting your man?" His low voice carried a strong sense of danger.
Ann Vaughn immediately shook her head, hurriedly gripping his arm, "Take me to see Kenny, I need to see him to be at ease."
Otherwise, she couldn’t let go of the image of Kenny falling before her eyes.
Cyrus Hawthorne soothed her with a rub on the back of her neck, and instructed Mark Joyce and others to stay there to handle the aftermath, then took Ann Vaughn by helicopter to First Hospital.
...
Falling from a tall building, even if fortunately rescued, it couldn’t be as simple as a minor injury.
Before coming to the hospital, Ann Vaughn thought so.
But when she saw Little Dumpling lying intact in the ward, sleeping soundly, after taking his pulse, the joy of regaining what was lost instantly filled Ann Vaughn’s entire heart.
This is simply incredible...
But regardless of how incredible it is, as long as Kenny is okay, it’s ahead of everything.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze concentrated on her gentle movements of tucking Kenny in, his narrow, black eyes not yet showing a hint of a smile, frozen at the sight of the wound on her elbow.
Ann Vaughn just finished covering Kenny with the blanket when she suddenly felt her wrist tighten, held firmly by a warm hand.
"What’s wrong?" Ann Vaughn turned around, somewhat puzzled, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne.
Looking at her puzzled expression, the veins on Cyrus Hawthorne’s forehead subtly throbbed, his sword-like eyebrows locked deeply, before pulling her out of the ward silently.
"Kenny still needs someone to take care of him..." Ann Vaughn couldn’t break the grip of his hands, so she protested softly.
The man coldly threw her a sentence: "There are doctors and nurses."
"..."
In another ward.
Cyrus Hawthorne casually rolled up his sleeve halfway, revealing a distinct and smooth arm line, which in the warm light seemed to be coated with a beautiful sheen.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn’s eyes gently flickered, her mind wandering to an extreme.
She always felt everything in front of her... was exceptionally unreal.
Thinking this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but reach out, gently touching the slightly indifferent handsome face of Cyrus Hawthorne.
"Hmm?" Just as he was about to disinfect her, Cyrus Hawthorne saw her like this, his elegant eyebrows slightly raised.
Ann Vaughn stared blankly into his deep, narrow eyes and murmured: "I always feel when I open my eyes again, this will become a dream again... very unreal."
When she got the news that he had perished at sea, she was plagued by nightmares all night, seemingly unable to awaken from the dream of having him, or never having him.
So much so that now, she still dares not completely believe, that this is not a dream...
"Cyrus Hawthorne!"
"Is it real now?" The man lazily said as he rested his chin on her hair, his tone deep and earnest, inexplicably gentlemanly.
Clearly a decadent scholar!
Ann Vaughn puffed up her cheeks in anger, feeling both ashamed and annoyed, wishing she could chop off his wolf claws!