Chapter 592: Chapter 592: Because I Only Like Your Body
Inside the room, Ann Vaughn’s heart was pounding heavily as she watched the situation unfold.
"You, you..."
The man’s strong approach made Ann Vaughn momentarily stop breathing, as she took in the faint cool scent from his body and felt the warmth against her back, leaving her mind suddenly blank.
Obliged by Kenny being nearby, she had to lower her voice: "Your spot is on the other side."
She had made plenty of space for him, yet he chose not to sleep there, instead squeezing into her space; what was he thinking?
To keep her distance from Cyrus Hawthorne, she deliberately left just enough room for herself to turn over.
But never did she expect this to backfire!
Cyrus Hawthorne murmured lowly, his arms encircling Ann Vaughn’s slender waist like iron bands, making her back press tightly against his chest, perfectly snug, softly entwined together.
Though the space was small, it suited him just right.
"What do you mean by ’hmm’? Why are you insisting on taking my space?" Ann Vaughn worried about waking Kenny up, huddled in his embrace without daring to move, her face blushing with embarrassment.
The next second, she heard an answer that made her even more ashamed and mortified.
"Because I only like your body." A response as cold as ice.
Ann Vaughn: !!!
Could this really be something someone would say?!
Ann Vaughn wanted desperately to kick him off the bed, but lacked the strength, so she bowed her head and viciously bit his arm.
She just knew he was only craving her body!
"Aren’t you obsessed with my body?" Cyrus Hawthorne let her bite, lowering his gaze to her hair, and spoke in a deep voice, "Hmm?"
Ann Vaughn’s teeth involuntarily loosened.
It seemed... he might be right.
But still, there were differences.
Because he was him, she liked him, from the words he spoke to the lashes of his hair, she couldn’t help but like him so much.
Yet...
He might not feel the same.
If he truly felt the same way, how could he have such scandals with Miya Yates and not even bother to explain?
"Who’s obsessed with your body? As if there’s nothing else to like!" Ann Vaughn refused to back down, retorting, burying her face into the pillow, "If you like my body, just hug me more."
"Better than having to hug the air after we divorce."
The final words were icy cold.
Cyrus Hawthorne almost laughed with anger, his cold features showing a trace of light anger, as he tightened his arms around her.
But the moment he recalled the marks scattered over her skin from that night, his heart softened.
Forget it.
In the end, she can only dream.
...
Early the next morning.
Kenny woke up to see The Archfiend standing by the bed, slowly buttoning his shirt all the way to the top, wearing a neatly arranged suit, exuding both abstinence and nobility.
"When did you get here?" Kenny rubbed his eyes, asking without much surprise.
Cyrus Hawthorne took the coat off the rack and draped it over his arm, replying faintly, "Last night."
"The Imperial Capital is at least three hours away by car. Did you rush over as soon as you got my text?" Kenny cupped his face, grinning mischievously, "When you got home, realizing both Mommy and I were gone, were you surprised?"
They had left in a hurry, even forgetting to inform Uncle Dexter.
After arriving, they were enchanted by the dreaming-like scenery here and completely forgot about it.
Imagining The Archfiend coming home to find his beloved wife and son absent... such feelings could be well imagined.
Thinking of last night’s chaotic scene, Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face darkened, he raised his hand and pinched Kenny’s cheek, warning him in a deep voice, "Don’t let it happen again."
Kenny guessed right; when Cyrus Hawthorne returned home and found them missing, he immediately sent people to look for them.
Almost sealing off the entire Imperial Capital to find their whereabouts.
It was only when Uncle Dexter noticed Ann Vaughn and Kenny’s belongings were still around, with only some clothes and personal items missing, suggesting they might just be out for relaxation rather than escaping home, that larger incidents were avoided.
"Well, you made Mommy angry. If you can’t appease her, watch out or Mommy will take me to marry Uncle Jennings!" Kenny rubbed his cheek, muttering unhappily.
Instantly, he was met with a death glare from his dear dad.
"Don’t you want a little sister?" The man’s tone turned sinister.
Kenny: "...Hmph."
When Ann Vaughn finished washing up and came out, she saw the father and son happily leaning together, seemingly immersed in conversation.
She originally thought Cyrus Hawthorne would leave this morning, but was surprised he didn’t show any intention of leaving even after breakfast.
"...It must be busy at the company, right? Don’t you need to go back?" Ann Vaughn held back and couldn’t help but ask.
Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at her coolly, "Why would I have hired them if I have to handle everything myself?"
Ann Vaughn was instantly stifled, unsure how to refute, since she too was an irresponsible boss who threw all work to Elias Hawthorne...
"Mommy, let’s go see that store we couldn’t visit yesterday?" Little Dumpling was still thinking about yesterday, softly saying to Ann Vaughn, "With Daddy here, we don’t have to worry about bad people."
These words directly dashed Ann Vaughn’s thoughts of shaking off Cyrus Hawthorne.
And due to being followed yesterday, she and Kenny missed visiting many places...
"Alright." Ann Vaughn reluctantly agreed.
...
Though White Queen Town was small, it had many curious shops and customs.
After a heavy snow last night, a thick white carpet covered the ground, and the snow on the eaves appeared ready to fall at any moment.
Ann Vaughn happily emerged from the handcrafted maple syrup store, carrying a bag with two jars of maple syrup.
But it was quite heavy, making her fingers ache.
"Let me." Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows slightly furrowed, as he took the bags from her and carried them effortlessly.
"Would anyone dare let you humble yourself to carry things?" Probably still upset from last night, Ann Vaughn huffed, displeased.
Cyrus Hawthorne shot her a sideways glance, saying nothing.
Despite her words, Ann Vaughn soon forgot them, beginning to shop through various stores.
Cyrus "Supposedly Humbling Himself" Hawthorne found the number of items he carried only increasing.
The final destination was a craft studio, where guests could mold porcelain dolls with their own hands, which were then baked, decorated, and returned by the store.
Both Ann Vaughn and Kenny had items they wanted to craft, immediately sitting down to start.
Cyrus Hawthorne leaned against the entrance of the craft room, his deep eyes fixated on Ann Vaughn and Kenny, lightly enveloped in a soft glow.
"Make one for Susie Sommers, one for Vera White, one for Sherry... and perhaps one for Uncle Dexter as well." Ann Vaughn pondered as she recalled their images.