Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Did You Change Boyfriends Again?
The Celestial Hotel.
After returning to the room from eating in the restaurant, Kressiel had been in a gloomy state.
Even in the room, she did not take off her mask and sunglasses, making it hard for most people to notice any changes in her mood.
But knowing her for so long, Norn could guess from small habits that she was upset because of what happened in the morning.
"Miss," Norn walked in large strides to Kressiel, who was staring blankly out the bay window, and bowed deeply without immediately rising, "I’m willing to bear the consequences for everything I’ve done."
"What?" Kressiel turned back to look at him.
"I’m willing to accept any punishment or reprimand you wish to give me. I vow never to do anything you dislike in the future." Norn admitted his fault quite decisively, without any beating around the bush.
... but Kressiel wasn’t planning on doing that at all.
When she found out that Norn had met with Ann Vaughn behind her back, she was indeed unhappy and had considered sending Norn back to the country.
But that anger dissipated somehow due to Ann Vaughn’s attitude.
"Norn," Kressiel asked while looking at the scenic views of The Imperial Capital outside the window, "did you leave her your contact information?"
Norn quickly realized who "she" referred to, "Yes, Miss."
"Did she message you later?"
"No response at all."
"..." Kressiel remained silent.
So those words weren’t Ann Vaughn playing hard to get; she truly didn’t care whether she would treat her illness.
In the past, those doctors couldn’t wait to beg her to let them treat her condition, and took pride in doing so.
But she...
"Do you think she can cure me?" Kressiel hesitantly asked again.
Norn was taken aback, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Didn’t you think that since she’s a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, she couldn’t cure you?"
After all, even with Kressiel’s condition, a skin graft surgery wouldn’t work.
This is also why she told Ann Vaughn, "then you can’t cure my illness."
"I... I can give her a chance, just to test her," Kressiel said arrogantly, lifting her chin slightly and turning to look at Norn, "I also want to see."
"Whether the Princess, handpicked by Warren Vance, is really that outstanding."
...
After coming out from the cinema and having lunch, Ann Vaughn got another shock.
The Archfiend actually wanted to take her shopping.
She was confused.
Before hearing this sentence, she always thought that Cyrus Hawthorne’s world contained nothing but work, social engagements, and gatherings with friends, without any other activities.
Hearing "watching a movie" from his mouth made Ann Vaughn feel like life was incredibly surreal.
Indeed, as long as one lives long enough, they will see anything weird...
Wait a minute.
Standing in front of the dressing mirror, happily making bubbles, Ann Vaughn suddenly froze. She almost forgot.
Before her, there was also a time, no, Cynthia Vaughn.
When Cyrus Hawthorne and Cynthia Vaughn were together, she didn’t even know where she was.
So how could he truly not understand these things?
Maybe what they were doing now were things he did with Cynthia Vaughn in the past, and she was just foolishly happy about it here.
The smile on the eyebrows and corners of Ann Vaughn in the mirror immediately fell, and she looked listless and lost the mood to continue trying on clothes.
"Not fond of this one?"
A deep voice suddenly sounded behind Ann Vaughn, bringing her back to her senses. Seeing the tall figure that appeared in the mirror at some point, she pursed her red lips.
"Like it," she replied perfunctorily. "I’ll go change my clothes back."
Having said that, she walked into the fitting room.
When she came out of the cubicle, she found the sofa outside the fitting room piled high with clothes.
"Miss, these are this month’s new arrivals from our branch, including eight limited edition styles. Would you like to try them on now?" The store manager nearby had a fawning smile and eagerly asked.
Ann Vaughn was somewhat disinterested, "No need."
"Okay, we’ll quickly pack them up for you, please wait a moment."
"...Wait, I didn’t say I wanted to buy them." Ann Vaughn was slightly stunned and a bit puzzled by their actions.
The store manager’s smile grew larger, "Your gentleman has already paid for them while you were changing, Miss, you are truly blessed."
Ann Vaughn: "..."
She didn’t know how blessed she was, but her head did hurt a little.
Watching helplessly as the store staff wrapped up all the fashion items from the counter and racks into bags, seemingly about to empty out the entire store’s inventory, Ann Vaughn felt a bit despondent.
Can the Hawthorne Group really withstand Cyrus’s extravagance?
When Cyrus returned to the store after taking a phone call, Ann Vaughn grabbed his arm and whispered, "If you buy so many and can’t wear them all or they don’t fit anymore, it’ll be a waste."
Cyrus slightly raised an eyebrow, "They’re all in your size, so they won’t not fit. Changing outfits every day means they won’t go unworn."
"But my closet already has many new clothes I’ve never worn."
"Sweetie, that’s a misconception."
"..." Just because she didn’t care what she wore every day doesn’t mean she had no concept of what was in her wardrobe.
Ann Vaughn quickly realized one truth.
Not going shopping with Cyrus Hawthorne before was undoubtedly the right choice.
From the top floor of the department store to the first floor, he always found various ways to convince her to buy things she wasn’t even sure she wanted.
If her gaze lingered a second longer on something, that item would, without fail, end up in the shopping cart.
Sometimes, small items suitable for Kenny would also be tossed into the cart by him, with the pile in the shopping cart growing higher and higher...
Ann Vaughn never imagined she would one day develop a psychological shadow from the mall.
...
As night fell.
Cyrus had Mark Joyce reserve a spot at the western restaurant next to the mall, perfect to go after shopping.
"From now on, the mall holds no more allure for me." Ann Vaughn finally came back to life after drinking a glass of cranberry juice, looking resentfully at Cyrus sitting across from her.
"Hmm?" Cyrus raised his eyes to look at her, "Weren’t you very happy?"
Especially when choosing suits and ties for him.
Ann Vaughn choked, simply dropping the topic, "By the way, did you find out that man’s real identity regarding Vera White’s matter?"
"Sis, so you’re having a meal here too!" Ann Vaughn had just asked her question when a girl’s voice full of surprise suddenly rang out, "Oh, Sis, did you change boyfriends again?"
"Doesn’t seem like the one you were chatting with at the café this morning. Sis, you sure swap boyfriends quickly!"
Ann Vaughn turned to see Willow White approaching with a classic "green tea" smile, and her eyebrows twitched.
This troublemaker!