Chapter 711: Chapter 711: You’re Never Obedient
One word!
Refreshing!
As this thought fell, Ann Vaughn was about to lie back down when a strong hand suddenly supported her back, unexpectedly pushing her upward!
"Uh—" Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes widened in surprise and met a pair of dark and deep eyes.
The dangerous aura contained in those narrow eyes made Ann Vaughn’s delicate body shiver instinctively.
The next second, the man turned over and pinned her underneath him with force.
The faint cold fragrance instantly enveloped Ann Vaughn, giving her the illusion of stumbling into a beast’s cage.
As it turned out, she was right.
"You’re always so disobedient." The man held up her small hand, his narrow eyes growing darker, "You know you can’t handle it, yet you do it anyway."
Ann Vaughn: ???
"I’m even more wronged than Dolores!" Ann Vaughn refuted him in shame and anger, "When did I ever seduce you?! You’re the one who always bullies me!"
The thin lips that landed on the back of her hand curved slightly, letting out a low chuckle.
Indeed, she hadn’t.
What she didn’t realize was that just standing quietly in front of him, for him, was enough to willingly sink into the mire.
The room’s temperature suddenly spiked, like a spark igniting a field. Just as Ann Vaughn prepared herself mentally, Cyrus Hawthorne’s tall figure paused, his narrow eyes returning to calmness.
"This type of virus can be transmitted through the blood, so you must be careful and try to avoid injury..."
The words of the researchers still echoed in his ears.
Gazing at the flushed cheeks and misty eyes of the little one before him, Cyrus Hawthorne let out a low sigh, extended his long arms, and embraced the small figure into his embrace.
The chances to hold her like this were probably dwindling.
"Hmm?" Ann Vaughn blinked her watery eyes, looking up in surprise at Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharply defined face, puffing her little crimson lips in confusion and mumbling, "I even didn’t mind letting you take advantage of me, and yet you’re not?"
He had never been like this before.
—Even when she cried until her voice was hoarse.
If something unusual happens, there’s always a cause. It was too suspicious.
Could it be because she just shouted, "You’ll sleep in the study from now on"?
But if this man was that obedient, she wouldn’t be eaten up every time...
As Ann Vaughn’s mind buzzed with random thoughts, with his excellent hearing, Cyrus Hawthorne heard her mumbling, his handsome face darkened a bit, and he pinched her cheek.
"So Mrs. Hawthorne is really hoping to be with me...? Hmm?"
Hearing the deep meaning in his voice, Ann Vaughn’s cheeks burned, and she loudly retorted, "I am not! Don’t talk nonsense!"
After speaking, Ann Vaughn gave him a suspicious look, "Why does it always feel like you have bad intentions?"
Is he really kind enough to let her go?
Cyrus Hawthorne, pinching her soft cheek, couldn’t help but be fond of it, "Feeling a bit out of it, I’ll take a rain check and get it back another day."
Feeling out of it?
Ann Vaughn recalled his earlier enthusiasm, as if he wanted to swallow her whole, and shivered.
Her bright eyes spun, and she reluctantly said, "Alright, one kiss and I’ll forgive you this time!"
He had been so stingy just now, not even giving her a single kiss!
Did her lips have razor blades on them??
Seeing her red lips pout slightly, making an adorable face eager for a kiss, Cyrus Hawthorne squinted his narrow eyes, the sensual curve of his Adam’s apple moving a few times, and his jaw tensed.
The researchers indeed said the OX mutated virus wasn’t necessarily spread through saliva.
But the most feared thing is uncertainty.
"Just got over a cold, so I won’t pass the sickness to you." He explained in a low voice to this little one with a penchant for overthinking, holding her cheeks and landing a feather-light kiss on her forehead.
Ann Vaughn didn’t notice anything, her eyes smiling like crescent moons, but her small mouth still wouldn’t let it go: "A kiss on the forehead is discounted! You have to promise me another thing!"
This little spoiled brat even learned how to push her luck.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes flickered with amusement, "What do you want?"
"I think we’ve never celebrated New Year together; will you spend it with us this year?" Ann Vaughn asked with bright, sparkling eyes.
Although they never properly celebrated New Year’s before, thinking of the upcoming Spring Festival in S Country, she felt there was nothing to regret.
In S Country, the Spring Festival is far more festive than New Year’s Eve, a time for family reunions.
She hoped that before Kenny’s surgery, he could experience such a reunion, not just imagine it by watching TV.
But what Ann Vaughn didn’t know was that day was also when Cyrus Hawthorne returned to the lab for follow-up treatment.
Looking at her eyes filled with scattered starlight, entirely laden with nervous expectation, Cyrus Hawthorne’s words rolled around on his lips, finally turning into one word: "Okay."
At the end, he ruffled Ann Vaughn’s hair, his narrow eyes gently gazing at her, "Together."
In her heart, Ann Vaughn’s cartoon-like little figure rolled around jubilantly, happily chattering with Cyrus Hawthorne about what to buy for the holiday, what to do that day, even though she had never had a truly reunion-like New Year before.
Later, after giving birth to Kenny abroad, many of those regrets were thus greatly compensated.
...
After returning to number 8, Ann Vaughn enthusiastically discussed the holiday shopping list with Uncle Dexter, arranging for some to be delivered directly from the mall, while planning to buy some personally on another day.
Otherwise, with the holidays approaching, the maids and Uncle Dexter would go home, and Ann Vaughn couldn’t manage everything alone.
Watching Ann Vaughn busy like a top, spinning around energetically, Uncle Dexter couldn’t help but feel gratified.
"This year I finally won’t see the young master sitting alone at the dining table, quietly finishing a bowl of chicken noodle soup, without any entertainment, and then heading straight back to the company," Uncle Dexter sighed.