Chapter 125: Chapter 125: This Scheming Girl!
After washing up, he lay on the bed with only a pure black silk sleepwear, eyes closed, and the thin moonlight outside the window spilled in, illuminating his quiet and handsome profile.
Turning over, Cyrus Hawthorne instinctively stretched out his strong arm to embrace something, but only touched the air.
He slightly opened his eyes, as dark as ink, his brows furrowing little by little, dark flames swept over his body, and sweat appeared on his smooth forehead.
A sense of discomfort emerged.
Suddenly, he lifted the white bedsheet beneath him, and saw a thick layer of cotton padding underneath, his gaze immediately darkened.
The air at the mountaintop was cool and thin, and in this rainy season almost no air conditioning was used, but the comfortable coolness could not resist the heat brought by these heavy cotton paddings.
"Annie!"
Cyrus Hawthorne uttered each word slowly, the three words seemed to be squeezed out between clenched teeth.
This naughty girl!
He directly got up, left the room in big strides, and went to Ann Vaughn’s room.
Auntie Golding was just coming up from downstairs after drinking water when she saw Cyrus Hawthorne standing outside Ann Vaughn’s room with a cold face, looking like he was there to cause trouble, and was instantly startled, "Mr. Hawthorne, you... you are..."
"Where’s the room key?" Cyrus Hawthorne coldly turned his eyes and asked.
"The key," Auntie Golding originally wanted to turn to get the key, but suddenly remembered, "Miss Vaughn took the key before sleeping, saying it gave her a sense of security..."
Security?
This woman was clearly afraid he’d come to settle accounts with her.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression tightened even more, then as if angrily smiling, some faint smile appeared in his dark ink-like eyes.
Shortly after, he turned around and left.
This scene however made Auntie Golding, who watched from the side, feel shocked. Wasn’t Ann Vaughn already out of his favor? How come she felt that Mr. Hawthorne did not seem to have let her go...
When Ann Vaughn regains favor, won’t she settle accounts with him?
Completely unaware, Ann Vaughn slept until dawn, after tidying up her bed, she went downstairs to the kitchen.
Auntie Golding, however, no longer let her do anything and drove her out of the kitchen.
It was probably because last night’s surprise dinner was too overwhelming, so Cyrus Hawthorne simply forbade Auntie Golding from letting her near cooking anymore.
Thinking about it, Ann Vaughn walked from the kitchen’s back door into the yard.
Bright clusters of Juliet roses bloomed above the fence at the bottom of the wall, along with many unknown flowers growing beside them, looking lush and vibrant.
Just as Ann Vaughn was about to turn around and go back, she saw a black Maybach parked at the villa’s entrance, the car door opened, and the first thing caught her eye was the shiny leather shoes and then a pair of long, straight legs.
Cyrus Hawthorne got out of the back seat, then immediately walked to the other side, bent down to carry the person inside out.
Seeing clearly who he was holding, Ann Vaughn was slightly stunned.
Cynthia Vaughn, clad in a white dress and face pale, nestled in Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms, softly said, "Cian, I’m not that fragile, you can put me down, cough, cough."
Before she finished speaking, she coughed several times.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows carried a layer of worry, he not only did not put her down but directly carried her into the villa.
Mark Joyce, who got out from behind them, was about to follow when he saw Ann Vaughn standing with a somber face in the garden, from initial disgust to now even feeling a bit pitiful for her.
Ann Vaughn stood in the garden for quite a while before she came to her senses, slowly returning indoors through the back door.
To avoid running into Cyrus Hawthorne and Cynthia Vaughn, Ann Vaughn directly hid in the kitchen and didn’t go out, after all, the least likely place for them to enter was the kitchen.
At noon, Auntie Golding brought her the medicinal herbs she asked her to buy in the morning.
If it had been yesterday, Auntie Golding would definitely not have agreed to help Ann Vaughn buy medicine, but thinking about last night’s matters, she still couldn’t be sure of Cyrus Hawthorne’s exact attitude towards Ann Vaughn, thus couldn’t afford to offend her completely.
Auntie Golding also cooked lunch, and after she finished, Ann Vaughn was using a small pot to brew medicine on the side, and the entire kitchen was immediately filled with a strong fragrance of medicinal aroma.
In the dining room.
Cynthia Vaughn smelled this medicinal fragrance, immediately coughed, put down her bowl and chopsticks and looked at Cyrus Hawthorne with concern, "Cian, is there something wrong with your health, what’s this medicine for?"
"I’m fine, it’s probably Ann Vaughn brewing medicine," Cyrus Hawthorne said lightly and handed Cynthia Vaughn a cup of hot water, "Soothe your throat."
Ann Vaughn?
Cynthia Vaughn took the hot water with a gentle smile on her face, her fingers slowly tightened around the cup.
This estate was left to Cyrus Hawthorne by his father, and although others didn’t know, she knew what it meant to Cyrus Hawthorne, it wasn’t easy for him to bring anyone here.
Even she came here under the guise of ’recovering from illness’ to stay.
But Ann Vaughn, what right does she have?
"Cough, cough cough cough." Cynthia Vaughn suddenly started to cough violently, each cough heavier than the last, as if trying to cough out her lungs.
Cyrus Hawthorne immediately reached out and patted her back lightly, helping her breathe smoothly, "Still uncomfortable? I’ll get the doctor to look at you."
"No, cough cough, no need," Cynthia Vaughn showed a pale smile, tears glistening in her eyes, "It’s just that this smell is a bit unpleasant, it’s choking, it’ll be fine in a while."
In the kitchen.
Ann Vaughn watched the time until the medicine was done, then saw Auntie Golding hurrying over, saying to her, "Mr. Hawthorne wants you to throw this medicine away, Miss Vaughn can’t stand the smell, it makes her uncomfortable."
Ann Vaughn’s fingers clenched around her phone, her bright eyes gradually dimming, "Tell him then to have her plug her nose and don’t smell it."
This medicine’s scent alone could refresh one’s mind, invigorate, and it was gentle and not strong, how could it possibly make her uncomfortable?
Picking a fight without cause.
Auntie Golding just barely rolled her eyes, she thought Ann Vaughn could regain favor, yet Mr. Hawthorne brought back a woman suspected to be ’Mrs. Hawthorne.’
Gentle and considerate, clearly not acting, most likely the rightful spouse at this point.
In the presence of the rightful spouse, what does the third-rate stand for?
Immediately she ignored whether Ann Vaughn agreed or not, using her glove to lift the pot and just poured all the medicinal liquid away.
Ann Vaughn’s sharp brows knitted tightly, anger rising in her heart.
A tiger being provoked, they still thought she was dormant?
Ann Vaughn stood up, lightly picked up a basin of water placed nearby, and directly splashed it onto Auntie Golding.
"Please remember, not everyone can be easily bullied, if there’s a next time, it won’t just be a cup of water poured on you."
Her voice was faint, her beautiful face serene, but it was enough to make the soaked Auntie Golding’s heart shrink in fear.
After saying that, Ann Vaughn leisurely put down the cup, and turned to leave the kitchen.
Little did she know that Cynthia Vaughn saw all of this, she walked into the kitchen, handed a cloth to Auntie Golding, softly said, "Sorry, my sister is naturally rebellious, please bear with her."