Chapter 599: Chapter 599: Don’t Celebrate Too Soon
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep, narrow eyes glimpsed a fleeting light; his refined face revealed no emotion as his thin lips parted, "Don’t want to go?"
"Not really..." Ann Vaughn twisted her fully healed neck, lazily reclining in the chair, half-seriously, half-jokingly saying, "I’m just surprised you would ask me."
Come to think of it, from beginning to end, they’ve rarely interfered in each other’s "private lives."
She knew nothing about his social circle and daily schedule, nor did he easily meddle in her work and personal affairs.
Seemingly tacitly giving each other plenty of space.
Yet true married couples don’t seem to be like them.
They have the most intimate relationship and the most unfamiliar mode of interaction.
Lost in thought, Ann Vaughn’s gaze shifted, suddenly hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s pure voice reaching her ears, "First time being married, many shortcomings, hope madam will forgive."
"Sounds like Mr. Hawthorne regrets not being able to marry several more times to gain experience?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes twinkled, teasingly asking him.
But from her smile, one could tell she was deliberately setting him up.
Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, "If the partner were not my wife, indeed, I would regret it for a lifetime."
Ann Vaughn’s ears tingled, her cheeks flushed a slight crimson as her heart exclaimed—
This trick isn’t listed in "999 Romantic Sentences"!
Where did he learn this!?
...
The next day, after the busyness at Vaughn Clinic had ended, Cyrus Hawthorne came to pick up Ann Vaughn and head to the gathering.
Maplewood, a lavish den of extravagance among the elite, with high thresholds, only catering to those on the membership list.
From the extravagant diamond chandelier in the hall’s center to the pure gold-plated spiral staircase, and the wall’s Euro-century murals... all emit one message.
Being rich is great.
The private room was set at the end of the twelfth floor, facing the front door with a fully transparent wall, offering a perfect view of The Peren River’s night scenery.
Initially, Ann Vaughn was worried if Cyrus Hawthorne’s friends were just as icy as him, the scene could be awkward.
But unexpectedly, it was entirely different from what she imagined.
A group was seated around the card table, greeting Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn as they walked in side by side.
Evan Sawyer’s gaze swept over Ann Vaughn, then teased Cyrus Hawthorne, "Wow, usually so tight, now you finally bring your wife out to show us?"
"It’s all my doing, if I hadn’t worn down my tongue, perhaps we wouldn’t even see her today." Julian Ford jokingly shoved him.
"Meeting my sister-in-law for the first time today, could you die if you say fewer inappropriate words?"
Hearing this, Julian Ford nearly punched Evan Sawyer, "People with dirty minds hear everything as dirty talk!"
Evan Sawyer retorted defiantly, "If I didn’t have some inappropriate stuff, could you borrow so many films from me? Did you watch fewer before?"
The friendly banter between the two lasted only seconds before the teasing resumed.
These are such outrageous words...
Ann Vaughn quietly hid behind Cyrus Hawthorne, unable to bear watching.
"Alright." Cyrus Hawthorne turned to hold Ann Vaughn’s little hand, calmly addressing the arguing two, "Don’t scare her."
Hearing the protective tone in Cyrus Hawthorne’s words, the two no longer cared about quarrelling.
Evan Sawyer’s eyes turned playful, "It’s tough to see the hidden sweetheart of Cian. Hello, sister-in-law, my name is Evan Sawyer, nice to meet you."
"Hello, but don’t be too happy too soon." Perhaps infected by their silly aura, Ann Vaughn replied without thinking.
Evan Sawyer’s silly smile instantly froze.
Beside him, Julian Ford laughed so hard he nearly bent over, finally containing his laughter as he reached out to Ann Vaughn, "I’m Julian Ford, hello sister-in-law."
Ann Vaughn smiled back, about to politely shake hands, when her hand was enveloped by Cyrus Hawthorne’s large palm.
She paused, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne’s profile, noticing his eyes squint slightly.
"No need to shake hands." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was cool, revealing no emotion, "If you want to shake hands, I’ll wait for you at the training ground tomorrow."
"Haha, you laughed too soon." Evan Sawyer turned the tables, triumphantly patting the now fading smiling Julian Ford.
Then nodding at the card table, he asked Cyrus Hawthorne, "It’s still early, want to play a few rounds?"
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly nodded, "Sure."
In the large private room, the table where Cyrus Hawthorne sat was the liveliest, striving to forge connections by bringing up topics, compliments ringing out.
Only unfortunately, the man sitting in the seat of honor didn’t even lift his eyes, not placing them in his heart at all.
Those wanting to flatter him found no breakthrough.
"Is this your girlfriend, President Hawthorne? Coming in, I thought she was a movie star; she’s a perfect match with President Hawthorne."
An unknown voice suddenly came in.
"Thank you for the compliment." Ann Vaughn’s lips formed a perfectly appropriate smile, nodding in response.
Just as the cards were reshuffled, Cyrus Hawthorne glanced up at the young gentleman who spoke, "The Evergreen Scion?"
Seeing Cyrus Hawthorne actually remember him, the Evergreen Scion looked flattered, "Yes, President Hawthorne, I am."
"Go back and tell your father, the recent West City cooperation project discussed with Hawthorne Corp., I’ve agreed."
The Evergreen Scion: !!!
Could he be dreaming?!
That cooperation project was rejected by Hawthorne Corp. days ago, clearly expressed as having no possibility for cooperation!
But now Cyrus Hawthorne personally nodded, could this be fake?!
Feeling the envious, jealous, and resentful glances from others in the room, the Evergreen Scion began to float on air.
It seems he did nothing yet gained a chance to cooperate with Hawthorne Corp.??
The Evergreen Scion couldn’t grasp this point, but the room’s smart people realized in a blink, changing their views on Ann Vaughn.
Initially, they thought Evan Sawyer and Julian Ford calling her sister-in-law was mostly in jest.
Now it seems...
Flattering President Hawthorne may not work, but flattering this lady surely will!
During card sorting, Cyrus Hawthorne picked up a wet wipe, gently wiping his hands.
Then naturally picking up a cherry from the fruit plate, holding it to Ann Vaughn’s mouth.
Ann Vaughn bit it gently, then blushed, softly saying to him, "Let me take it myself, don’t feed me."
She couldn’t claim her skin thick enough to be as shamelessly outrageous as his!
"Mhm." Cyrus Hawthorne lazily responded, holding cards in one hand, while the other didn’t cease feeding her, seeming to find some enjoyment.