Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Made Her Cry
"I-I don’t know, why would you like me?"
"Idiot!"
Perhaps both of them had fallen into a certain atmosphere where ambiguous feelings were growing between them, and there was no more sound for a long time from the corner.
The man who was about to leave stood still, his tall figure becoming more and more rigid, and the dark eyes that couldn’t let in a hint of light the moment before suddenly blossomed with extreme joy, more radiant than the glass lights embedded in the ceiling.
Like the surface of a broken ice lake or the green that breaks through the soil, the frost that had sealed his heart melted away, and renewed vitality appeared, with a heartbeat that grew faster and faster.
The person before his eyes was the one in his heart.
Those words repeatedly rolled between Cyrus Hawthorne’s teeth, like honey wrapped in poison, spreading with a sweet pain throughout his chest.
He raised his hand, covering one eye, unable to suppress the low laughter spilling from his thin lips.
Ann Vaughn, who had waited for the moon for fifteen years, it turned out to be him—
This was probably the most beautiful love confession in the world, and even if he were to die the next second, he felt crazily that it was worth it.
Having hesitated again and again, Julian Ford decided to follow and see, only to find that Cyrus Hawthorne hadn’t chased after Ann Vaughn, but was leaning against the wall, with the corner of his lips still faintly curled into a smile.
As he listened closely, he realized that he was genuinely laughing!
Julian Ford felt a chill down his spine, "Brother, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me like this; it’s all my fault. Even if it meant risking my life, I should’ve covered your mouth before you said that!"
——But clearly, he hadn’t the guts!
"Julian." Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, his husky voice carrying indescribable tenderness and affection, his narrow eyes shimmering with a kind of gentle light that could drown someone, "I’ve never been this happy."
At this moment, he was no longer the Mr. Hawthorne who commanded power and was inaccessible like an emperor.
He was just a young man who, having heard the reciprocation from the woman he loved, couldn’t contain his joy and wanted to announce it to the world.
Julian Ford was taken aback, seeing the unlikely soft smile on this usually stern face, and suddenly didn’t know what to say.
This joy that all the power, status, and supreme glory couldn’t bring, how could Ann Vaughn achieve it so effortlessly?
...
Ann Vaughn finally got immensely drunk.
Drunk enough that Susie Sommers had to exert great effort just to pull the bottle from her arms with a pop, nearly exhausting herself.
"Outwardly, you look like a delicate little girl, so where did you get that godly strength from?" Susie couldn’t help but jab as she carried Ann Vaughn to the bedroom.
Luckily, Ann Vaughn was light, which didn’t require much strength.
The hard part was her drunken rambling, which made Susie’s head spin.
"I forbid you to find other women! If you so much as lay a finger on her, you hear me? Be careful or I’ll chop you up!" Ann Vaughn kicked the blanket away just as she lay down and began shouting.
Susie groaned and covered her with the blanket again, "Did you get upset over at Cyrus Hawthorne’s place again? I’ve always told you, don’t bother with that bastard. We fairies must remain blissfully independent, you know?"
"He’s not a bastard..." Ann Vaughn hummed in objection to Susie, "He’s an unprecedented, unique scoundrel!"
Susie nodded in agreement, recalling the previous scandalous rumors about Cyrus Hawthorne, being photographed in the obstetrics and gynecology department of a hospital, and spending nights with strange women in a hotel—
She knew there must be a reason behind such rumors!
Only Ann Vaughn, that silly girl, would choose to believe him without hesitation. If it were her, she wouldn’t be so generous.
"But Susie," Ann Vaughn’s flushed face nestled against the pillow, silent tears slipping from her eyes, "he hates me so much, even seeing me makes him nauseous, wishing I’d disappear immediately."
"There, there, it’s not your fault. It’s those lousy men’s fault, they’re blind and unworthy of our little fairy!"
"Boo hoo... there’s sand stuck in my heart..."
"Sand? What sand? Oh boy, you’re drunk and rambling nonsense!"
Only when Ann Vaughn finally calmed down and slept quietly did Susie adjust the air conditioning temperature and went to close the window.
Glancing inadvertently downstairs, she suddenly saw that iconic black Maybach parked not far below her building.
"Well, well." Susie raised an eyebrow, "My little fairy isn’t acting unilaterally, huh."
After speaking, she clicked her tongue in amazement, "Tsk, men really are creatures who say one thing and mean another."
Come the next morning.
Susie originally intended to buy breakfast before Ann Vaughn woke up; cooking it herself was out of the question, with a higher chance of accidentally cooking herself for Ann Vaughn instead.
Who’d think that as she reached downstairs, she found the black Maybach still there, having clearly stayed overnight.
Even though Susie felt happy for Ann Vaughn about there being more than one-sided love, it didn’t mean she could accept this man who had betrayed her friend.
And made her friend cry twice!
"Knock, knock, knock." Susie rapped on the driver’s side window, her temper flaring up, "I say, Mr. Hawthorne, don’t you think there’s a limit to bullying someone?"
"Annie’s already divorced you; she doesn’t care how many affairs you’re juggling, which woman you take to the obstetrics department, or which hotel you lodge at. Yet, you still pursued her here. Is it because you haven’t hurt her enough, or do you think my house lacks a kitchen knife?!"
As the word "ah" just left her mouth, the window rolled down, revealing a completely unfamiliar handsome face, quivering under Susie’s gaze filled with a wish to skin him alive.
It wasn’t because of Susie’s glare but the oppressive atmosphere spreading from the back seat, almost bringing him to cardiac arrest.
Seeing that she had mistakenly scolded the wrong person, Susie almost wished she could crawl into the ground.
At that moment, a deep, slightly suppressed voice came from the back seat, "I must trouble Miss Sommers to take care of Annie lately. If there’s anything I can help with in the future, please don’t hesitate to let me know."
The words of apology caught in Susie’s throat as she scoffed, "No need. I take care of Annie because we’re close, and I want to do it, which has nothing to do with you, Mr. Hawthorne. I don’t need you to remind me."
"And let me give you a piece of advice: since you’ve divorced Annie, it’s better to stay away from her. Every time she sees you, you make her cry."
Having dropped these harsh words, Susie turned and walked back inside, having completely forgotten to buy the breakfast.
Inside the dimly lit car, the man’s delicately sculpted face was half-shrouded in shadow, with only a faintly visible tight line formed by his thin lips, and his deep-set facial features appeared slightly strained.
She cried?
More than once.