Chapter 494: Chapter 494: Mrs. Hawthorne, Come Home with Me
She wasn’t as carefree as she thought she would be. The initial decision to trust him, stop overthinking...
To hell with it all!
Faced with Ann Vaughn’s fury, Cyrus Hawthorne actually curled his lips into a smile, but no matter how you looked at it, that smile was filled with a thick, dangerous aura, like a beast on the hunt, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Ann Vaughn, it seems we are not meant for long term."
"What... what do you mean?" Ann Vaughn was startled by the chilling smile on his face, trying to feign calmness, but her steps involuntarily retreated.
Before she stepped back a few paces, the strong arm around her slender waist abruptly pulled her closer to his chest, their hot breaths intertwining due to the proximity.
Looking into those ink-dark narrow eyes just inches away, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Ann Vaughn’s heart.
"A boyfriend indeed doesn’t have that right, but a husband does," Cyrus Hawthorne parted his thin lips, his cold voice ringing heavily in Ann Vaughn’s heart, "to do this to you."
— Husband?!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened slightly, just as she was about to ask him what nonsense he was talking about, her chin was lifted by his long fingers, and his slightly cool lips came back, accurately landing on hers.
The warm tip of his tongue domineeringly pried open her teeth, disregarding the occasion, how many were watching, and deepened the kiss regardless.
Ann Vaughn: !!!
What on earth stimulated this man?!
At this moment, Wilder Sheridan finally came to his senses from the numbness caused by the strong force shaking off his wrist. Seeing this scene, his eyes went wide.
Damn!
Where did this womanizer come from!
"Hey!" Wilder Sheridan rushed forward in anger, grabbing Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm, questioning, "What are you doing to my sister... my date?!"
The onlookers around were extremely excited to see this scene, here it comes, the other male lead is finally going to snatch the girl away!
The handsome, cold-featured man raised his head, holding the red-faced woman in his arms protectively, and then looked at Wilder Sheridan with a wild tone, "I’m kissing my woman, what has it to do with you?"
Daring to call his sister his woman!
Where did this audacious wild man come from!
Wilder Sheridan was almost furious to death, wanting to teach him a lesson, but was forcibly stopped by his manager, "Image! Image, my lord!"
"My sister is being taken away, to hell with the image!"
"Bad language! You can’t use bad language, my lord!"
"...Get off me!"
When Cyrus Hawthorne declared his sovereignty over Wilder Sheridan, he spoke not too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.
If the scene of Wilder Sheridan and Ann Vaughn dancing passionately already shattered the ladies’ hearts, Cyrus Hawthorne’s declaration was no less than trampling those hearts to dust, leaving no remains.
With her face buried in Cyrus Hawthorne’s chest in embarrassment, Ann Vaughn was furious upon hearing his words, yet dared not lift her head to face the crowd. She could only secretly pinch his waist hard.
Does he wish to put her on tomorrow’s headlines?!
Hawthorne Group President rekindles old flame with former president’s wife?!
Cyrus Hawthorne wrapped Ann Vaughn’s mischievous little hand in his palm, placing it at his lips for a light kiss, his voice carrying an indisputable meaning, "Mrs. Hawthorne, come home with me."
With that, he strongly hooked Ann Vaughn’s escaping body, leading her towards the banquet hall’s exit.
Mrs... Mrs. Hawthorne?!
These three words were like an invisible bomb, exploding in the room, plunging it into a heated discussion.
For a long time to come, this fear would become the most talked-about topic.
"I told you not to stop me!" Seeing the wild man taking Ann Vaughn away, Wilder Sheridan even wanted to throw his manager into the water to clear his mind.
What’s a stumbling block? This damned thing is!
"My lord, your phone is ringing! The phone!" Hearing the ringtone from Wilder Sheridan’s pocket, the manager almost shed tears of gratitude.
Wilder Sheridan peeled off his manager’s hand with annoyance, taking out his phone to answer, "Hello?"
The next second, Stanley Sheridan’s angry voice came through loudly from the other side, "Wilder Sheridan, are you getting arrogant? I don’t care how that Ann Vaughn got close to you, but you better cut it off immediately, don’t wait for me to handle it!"
Wilder Sheridan’s face turned cold immediately, looking around, indeed finding a few suspicious people carrying cameras.
"You’ve sent people to watch me?"
"Bastard! That’s protection!" Stanley Sheridan roared, "Get back to Marinia immediately, or I’ll break your legs if you stay in The Imperial Capital!"
Hearing this threat, Wilder Sheridan chuckled nonchalantly, "Sure, you can break them, but while I lose only two legs, you lose a son, it’s a win for me either way."
Manager: "..."
Stanley Sheridan: "..."
This ungrateful child, is that the point?!
...
Villa No. 8.
With legs weak and stumbling, Ann Vaughn was pushed inside the master bedroom, and as the door closed, the tall, slender figure approached her relentlessly.
At this moment, Ann Vaughn’s legs still felt weak, remnants of the tremor he forcibly ignited in the car. Relying only on the instinct to escape from danger, she retreated step by step.
The room was dimly lit, only the streetlight outside the large floor-to-ceiling window behind providing just enough light to see, preventing her from becoming gripped by fear.
— Yet, something more terrifying was about to happen.
As he gradually closed in, Cyrus Hawthorne casually took off his tie, tossing it aside. The top two buttons of his shirt were also undone along with it, revealing a half-sliver of snow-mountain-like sculpted collarbones.
He walked towards her against the light, the cold aura emanating from his body seemed almost tangible, penetrating every pore of Ann Vaughn’s body.
Thump.
Ann Vaughn’s soft knees bumped against the edge of the large sofa by the windowpane, making a slight sound. She turned her head in panic, only to find she had nowhere else to retreat.
Her already faltering steps came to a complete halt, and she directly sat down on the sofa.
In a flash, the man was already before her, spreading his arms to cage her on either side, trapping her wholly in his embrace with no way to escape.
"You’re not being good." Cyrus Hawthorne looked at her panicked appearance, raised his hand to lift her delicate chin, stroking it absentmindedly, "How should I punish you?"
The memories of the car incident flooded back into her mind — the dim and narrow car space, the faint crimson, the beast-like eyes, and the scorching firm hands...
Ann Vaughn’s delicate body trembled slightly, her red lips tightly pursed, she said nothing.