Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Boyfriend Likes It Very Much
Ann Vaughn stopped in her tracks, turned around with fire in her eyes, and glared at him, "Do you have the nerve to ask me?"
The woman let out a snort from her nose; so he’s enraged now? Unfortunately, the loser is still...
Before she could finish her thought, the woman noticed the bone-chilling coldness in the narrow eyes of the distinguished, elegant man in front of her... aimed right at her!
What she couldn’t accept even more was that, aside from the icy stare, there wasn’t even a hint of desire she expected to see.
It was like he was looking at some insignificant trash, how could she tolerate that?
"President Hawthorne..." The woman gritted her teeth, pointed at Ann Vaughn, and said, "This woman already has a son, yet she claims she’s here waiting for her boyfriend to get off work! Don’t be fooled by her seemingly innocent appearance!"
Ann Vaughn’s fiery attitude instantly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she timidly stepped back.
She had just been... mouthing off a bit.
Waiting for her boyfriend to get off work...
Those three words effectively calmed the cold wind swirling around Cyrus Hawthorne, and he coldly stated, "From today onward, Hawthorne Corp. will terminate all cooperation with Cosmos Corporation."
"What? President Hawthorne, why!?" The woman was dumbfounded; her boss sent her to Hawthorne Corp. with the contract today to aggressively try to win over President Hawthorne, hoping to get a share in the new district project.
But she hadn’t managed to seduce him, couldn’t get the contract signed, and even dragged Cosmos Corporation down with her!
What on earth was the reason!?
She couldn’t understand it. Those high-level executives up in their position aren’t fools, they couldn’t have missed that it’s because this woman said something she shouldn’t have, and the president vented his anger for the sake of a beauty...
It seems they’ll have to quickly hold onto the future Mrs. President’s leg too.
Thus, the executives very tactfully escorted the dazed, crestfallen woman out of the office, leaving the space for Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne.
"Come here." Cyrus Hawthorne lifted his gaze towards Ann Vaughn, who was still standing by the door, her face full of guilt, signaling for her to come over.
Ann Vaughn hesitated on the spot for a while, then slowly shuffled over.
Now she could only pray that he hadn’t heard those three words the woman said.
Had she known earlier, she would have rather sealed her own mouth than blabber in front of that woman!!
As soon as she approached, Ann Vaughn felt a tightness around her waist, and she was forcefully pulled into Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace, her head nestled right on his shoulder.
"Here to wait for your boyfriend to get off work, hmm?" His slightly teasing voice came from above her head, instantly making Ann Vaughn want to bury herself in his arms out of shame.
Damn!
"I was just talking nonsense!" Ann Vaughn muffled her head in embarrassed anger, "It was just because that woman was so annoying that I hit back at her!"
"Oh?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curved into a smile that could captivate the masses, his long finger running through her hair, "Was it because of her presence that you felt annoyed, or was it because you thought I had something with her that you felt annoyed?"
His seemingly careless words caught Ann Vaughn off guard.
Those subtle, sour emotions that she had originally cast aside made her feel a bit uncomfortable, and she touched her wrist.
She was indeed jealous, no doubt about it.
That woman’s attitude, as if she had an intimate relationship with Cyrus Hawthorne, made her want to roll her up and throw her out.
But she had no standing to do so; she had nothing to do with Cyrus Hawthorne anymore.
At most, she was just Kenny’s mommy and daddy, a seemingly close yet utterly unrelated connection.
That’s why when she thought Cyrus Hawthorne wanted her to leave, she did so without resistance or argument.
Just like how people who are loved always exude confidence, likewise, those who aren’t loved do everything cautiously, without confidence.
Seeing her silent, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes deepened, and he urged her, "Hmm?"
Ann Vaughn felt irritated, shook her head to dispel those thoughts, then suddenly grabbed Cyrus Hawthorne’s hands and placed them over her chest!
"How about now! Isn’t it bigger than that woman’s!" She asked with a bit of smugness.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes froze for a moment, rare surprise crossing his face.
Even through the fabric, the soft feel was clearly palpable, like two clouds, incredibly gentle.
It wasn’t merely this that caused his slight astonishment; it was rather unexpected... that the little one would suddenly make such a bold move, catching him off guard.
Except for when she was drunk, she was extremely shy; a little teasing would make her adorably embarrassed and annoyed.
Ann Vaughn was also a bit irritated, recalling the woman’s provocative posture toward her, so before her brain reacted, she acted impulsively.
"Hmm." Cyrus Hawthorne’s cool voice turned a little hoarse. Looking at Ann Vaughn’s defiant expression, he slightly cupped his hands, "Just the right fit."
Boom!
Ann Vaughn felt a loud bang in her head and hurriedly pushed him away, her face turning beet red, "You—you’re such a rogue!"
There’s a world of difference when it comes to teasing someone compared to being teased!
Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled lightly, looking at her with a gaze as deep as if he wanted to draw her in, "It was you who first made a move on me, I’m just returning the favor."
What a ridiculous notion!
Ann Vaughn blushed, huffing defiantly, just about to wrap herself tighter in her coat when she noticed the bouquet still in her hand and promptly stuffed it into Cyrus Hawthorne’s hands, "It’s for you!"
For... him?
Cyrus Hawthorne looked down at the bouquet momentarily, then asked a bit complexly, "Where did the flowers come from?"
"It was quite difficult to have them shipped across the sea. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was." Ann Vaughn seized the chance to earn some brownie points, casually continuing, "Do you like them?"
What she didn’t know was, indeed the flowers were shipped across the sea by air, and it was not easy to maintain their freshness.
However...
"Hmm." Cyrus Hawthorne slightly nodded, watching Ann Vaughn’s eager-for-praise look, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and planted a feather-light kiss on her lips, "Your boyfriend likes them very much."
Ann Vaughn: !!!
Who’s the boyfriend??
This man has no shame climbing up the ladder of opportunity.
"You’ve already officially stamped your seal, no chance to deny it now." Cyrus Hawthorne, seeing through her thoughts, smiled faintly, "Dare to make a move, dare to admit, hmm?"
"You..." Ann Vaughn lightly furrowed her brows, suppressing her rapidly beating heart, pretending not to grasp his meaning, "I was just joking. You don’t seriously want to be my boyfriend, do you?"
"Hmm, I’ll lower my standards a bit and make do."
From the position of a husband to a boyfriend, indeed, The great President Hawthorne was making a concession.