Chapter 601: Chapter 601: Is This Your Girlfriend?
Shooting range?!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up, just about to ask for clarification, when she heard an apologetic voice coming from the door of the room, "Sorry, I’m late."
This voice... why does it sound so familiar?
Ann Vaughn’s slightly parted red lips slowly closed, then she turned to look.
She saw Evan Sawyer, who was sitting at the dining table, suddenly stand up and walk towards the visitor. Gone was his previous nonchalant demeanor, and he said steadily, "You’re not late, dinner just arrived, you’re right on time."
The woman finally revealed a relieved and docile smile upon hearing this.
Evan Sawyer led her to Cyrus Hawthorne’s table, a bit proudly introducing to Cyrus and Julian Ford, "Let me introduce, this is my girlfriend, Willow White."
"Hello." Willow White, holding Evan Sawyer’s arm, glanced over Cyrus Hawthorne and Julian Ford, shyly lowered her head and smiled, looking very innocent.
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, responding indifferently, "Hello."
Even Julian Ford, who rarely refrained from sparring with Evan Sawyer, greeted Willow White politely.
"Is this your girlfriend?!" But just then, a surprised and puzzled question came from the side.
It was Ann Vaughn.
She was utterly bewildered.
The woman she saw at the Last Call Bar wearing that ring pair was actually Evan Sawyer’s girlfriend!??
Could it be that the pair of rings wasn’t actually Cyrus Hawthorne’s?!
Good heavens, what on earth did she misunderstand...
Ann Vaughn’s expression changed rapidly, alternating between frustration and despair, leaving people thoroughly puzzled.
Cyrus Hawthorne, who was in conversation, made a pause gesture, and side-glanced at Ann Vaughn, his narrow eyes fleetingly holding a trace of contemplation.
Upon hearing this question, Willow White turned to Ann Vaughn, her smile suddenly stiffened, then she smiled and asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No..." Ann Vaughn quickly gathered her emotions and gave her an apologetic smile, "I mistook you, sorry."
Her tone had been so shocked that it easily led others to misunderstand that she had something with Evan Sawyer.
Reflecting on it, Ann Vaughn herself found it somewhat embarrassing.
"It’s okay." Willow White gently shook her head, her fingers tightening on her purse strap.
Evan Sawyer, being thick-skinned, hadn’t realized anything amiss in Ann Vaughn’s earlier words and cheerfully took Willow White’s hand to sit down.
Previously not noticing, Ann Vaughn now saw Evan Sawyer also wore the sapphire ring...
Understanding the key point, Ann Vaughn felt like she could die from embarrassment.
This is why people shouldn’t jump to conclusions easily, because you never know how many imaginary rivals in love you’ll create out of thin air.
Ahhh!
Ann Vaughn covered her forehead, rolling inwardly in silence.
The changes in her facial expression and gaze fell into Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes, but they took on a different meaning.
Especially as she occasionally glanced at the gemstone ring on Willow White’s right hand, looking absent-minded.
Yet he ignored it.
Thinking of this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand gripping the wine glass slightly tightened, his expression unreadable.
Ann Vaughn was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice Cyrus Hawthorne’s probing gaze falling on her, because something was on her mind, the food in front of her didn’t taste good anymore.
However, she wasn’t the only one feeling uneasy at the table?
As dinner came to a close, Ann Vaughn stood up and headed to the restroom.
The restroom in the booth was separated by several screens from the outside, and the space inside was spacious, with a high-end black texture overall.
Ann Vaughn came out from the stall and walked to the sink to wash her hands.
Just then, Willow White walked in from the other side of the screen, standing nervously in front of Ann Vaughn.
"Sister, can I ask you for a favor?" She said with red eyes, almost pleading to Ann Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn’s heart instantly tightened.
Scenes like "Evan Sawyer forcefully taking advantage of a virtuous girl," "unlawful detention PLAY," and "deep and abusive love story between a wealthy young man and an innocent girl" flashed quickly through her mind.
She nodded solemnly, "Go ahead."
Willow White quickly said the words she had been holding back since entering the booth, "I went to the Last Call Bar that day specifically to pick up a friend, I usually don’t go to such places, it was really a special situation that day."
"Can you not tell Evan Sawyer about this? He’s always worried about my affairs," saying this, Willow White looked ready to cry, "If he knows about this, he’d definitely be angry with me."
Hmm?
So it’s not a deep and abusive love story script, just a device to add some spice to the couple’s relationship.
Ann Vaughn stopped overthinking and nodded understandingly, "That I can understand..."
Wait a minute.
No!
Suddenly realizing something, Ann Vaughn abruptly looked up at Willow White’s pitiful face, her delicate eyebrows gradually frowning.
The things she heard Willow White say in the bar and her current behavior were just too different.
Initially stunned by the situation with the rings, she hadn’t thought it through, but now recalling it, she felt there was something off.
"So what if she’s amazing, she still got dumped, as long as he loves me now, I’ve already won."
Those words Willow White said that night now clearly echoed in Ann Vaughn’s mind.
Although she didn’t see Willow White’s facial expression at that time, the tone alone indicated she must have been quite pleased.
However, this was a matter between Evan Sawyer and Willow White, and it had little to do with her.
She never intended to bring up that night’s events from the start.
After all, everyone has another side, don’t they?
Thinking so, Ann Vaughn was about to speak, but suddenly Willow White grabbed her hand and gave it a hard pull, then she fell backward onto the smooth floor!
It looked just like Ann Vaughn had deliberately pushed her.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened in shock, and she hadn’t even managed to respond before Willow White, who had fallen to the ground, started crying.
"Sister, a person’s birth is predetermined, I can’t compare to you girls blessed by heaven, but I work hard and live well, why would you devalue me to nothing?"
"It’s fine if you don’t like me, but why would you humiliate me by saying I’m with Evan Sawyer for money? Is every poor girl dating a rich second generation for money?"
Crying, Willow White covered her face, looking heartbroken.
Ann Vaughn: ?
This sister’s acting skills need improvement, how could she cover her face while crying?
She should lift her head at a forty-five-degree angle with a "let the heavens know I won’t give up" expression exclusive to innocent girls, that would be the right way!
...But that’s not the point.
Hurried footsteps sounded from behind the screen, and Evan Sawyer’s face changed the moment he saw Willow White sitting on the floor.
He quickly walked over to her and helped her up, anxiously asking, "Are you hurt? Does it hurt?"