Chapter 495: Chapter 495: Breaking Up with Her?
Cyrus Hawthorne, however, didn’t have such good patience. His long fingers pinched her chin with a bit more force, and his cool tone was unreadable, "Dancing with another man, so close... Ann Vaughn, have I been too lenient with you?"
"No, no such thing!" Ann crinkled her small face, hurriedly explaining, "Wilder Sheridan was deliberately trying to scare me, nothing happened!"
At the time, she was also startled by the sudden move of that troublesome boy, her knee almost ready to bend to teach him a lesson.
However, he seemed to be merely teasing her, as Ann clearly saw a similar gleam of surprise flash through his eyes.
Probably thinking he scared her, he felt a great sense of achievement.
The troublesome kid, causing her so much trouble!
"Oh?" Cyrus’s narrowed eyes glimmered with a dark light, making it hard for her to see through his thoughts.
"Besides, Wilder Sheridan is my own brother, how could there be anything between us?" Frantically recalling this, Ann suddenly had a bit more confidence, "Compared to me, you’re more over the line!"
"Ha," upon hearing this, Cyrus actually laughed lightly, his narrowed eyes coldly staring at her, "How am I over the line?"
"First, you kissed me in front of so many people, then privately labeled me as Mrs. Hawthorne... and finally, in the car, you intentionally bullied me knowing my relationship with the Sheridan family!"
By the end, a deep blush spread across Ann’s cheeks, and with her pearly teeth biting down on her lower lip, she felt both shame and anger.
Even though the final step wasn’t fully taken, he hadn’t missed any chance to bully her.
Even more beastly than a beast!
She hadn’t wanted to see that car again in quite some time.
Seeing her apparently upset about this, Cyrus’s eyes turned even colder, his strong arm lifting, seizing her tiny, fragile waist with a compelling tone, "I really shouldn’t have given you time to adjust."
"Mrs. Hawthorne, I regret it."
"So... you can’t escape."
With the last word slowly dropping, Ann suddenly heard the ripping sound of fabric, her eyes widened in shock, staring in disbelief at Cyrus’s sharp and wicked face.
No, what did she say wrong??
"Wait... I think we can calmly discuss this." Ann completely backed down, trying to stop his actions, "I won’t dance with other men again, only with you!"
Cyrus paused his actions upon hearing this.
Ann’s eyes brightened, there was hope!
She continued to push, "I’m also not angry about you forci- no, kissing me, even though we’re still in a cold war, kissing a girlfriend is a boyfriend’s privilege, how could I be angry? I-I was just too surprised at the time that it led to a short-term mental split!"
To appease The Archfiend, Ann was forced to pretend she developed a mental disorder, demonstrating her strong survival instinct.
Watching her tangled and flustered expression for a moment, Cyrus’s gradually heated palm covered her bare, fragrant shoulder. Feeling her subconscious slight tremble, his narrow eyes grew even deeper.
"Do you think I’m eager to be your boyfriend?"
Ann’s eyes slightly paused, involuntarily clenching her small hand tightly. What did he mean by that?
Before she could figure it out, Cyrus leaned close to her ear, taking a heavy bite on her soft neck, "Ann Vaughn, I’m tired of playing the boyfriend-girlfriend game with you. I’m fed up."
Fed up.
The two indifferent words pierced Ann’s heart like thin, sharp needles, raising small, but bright red flower-like wounds.
As expected, she knew it.
Since she heard Miyi Yates’s voice on the phone last night, she had already thought about it.
Their relationship would come to an end sooner or later.
She just hadn’t expected that in his eyes, their relationship was nothing but a game...
"As your husband, I must remind you properly who your only man is." The next moment, the deep warning voice felt like it came from far away, entering Ann’s ears, "You are my wife."
The tight string in her mind was suddenly plucked heavily, resonating and echoing in Ann’s heart.
Her eye corners carried a touch of grievance and sour wetness, but the sudden and forceful declaration stunned her for a long time, dazing her gaze.
Wasn’t he... going to break up with her?
The phrase "you are my wife" somehow turned Ann’s previously pale face red, the thrill spreading from her heart, somehow more intensely than before, even tingling her fingertips.
Noticing her absent-mindedness, Cyrus’s narrowed eyes squinted dangerously, a trace of dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes.
Just as Ann was hesitating whether to ask him if he was "proposing," a low moan escaped her lips before she consciously realized, and upon looking down, her whole body fluffed up.
"Cyrus Hawthorne! Let go!!"
"Zoned out right in front of me, apparently I wasn’t trying hard enough."
"!!!"
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the night was hazy and elusive, clouds covering the moon, and the occasional night breeze swayed the roses on the garden wall, though the deep darkness of night stripped away the beauty of daylight, leaving it dull and bland.
The night was still long.
...
Everything that happened at the charity event was kept under wraps, thanks to the dual control of Hawthorne Corp. and the Sheridan family.
Considering Ann Vaughn’s reputation, even though Cyrus was extremely angry at her words, "I won’t be for much longer," he didn’t forget to order people to handle the aftermath.
But since last night, there were rumors spreading around the circle that Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn had already reconciled and remarried. A lot of people had heard about this.
So much so that, in the morning, Ann’s phone was already flooded with calls and messages before she’d even woken up.
As her consciousness slowly returned, Ann looked at the ambiguous marks worn on her wrist from friction, instinctively hiding it under the blanket.
After a moment, Ann sat up, and when she saw the stained marks on her body under the blanket, as if she had been ravaged, she almost bit through her lower lip.
An insatiable hungry wolf!
The only thing she could fortunately count on was that her body hadn’t yet fully recovered, and he hadn’t truly tormented her completely.
Though it wasn’t much better than getting straight to the point.
"Splish splash"
Water sounds came from the bathroom, Ann’s ears perked up, and without thinking, she climbed out of bed, wrapped herself in a sheet, and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window. When she picked up the fabric of the mermaid dress, she was stunned.
The mermaid dress, reportedly worth millions, had already been torn into pieces and was completely unwearable.
How was she going to compensate Wilder Sheridan for this!!