Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Even the Little Guy Wants to Steal Her Away?
"If I don’t let go, what can you do?"
Kenny puffed up his cheeks, trying to look fierce in a cute way. "If you don’t let go, I won’t be polite to you!"
"Oh? Then go ahead and try."
The two of them glared at each other from a distance, both sets of similarly shaped eyes sparking with the same fire, neither willing to back down.
In the next second, Kenny suddenly clutched his chest, his little face turning slightly pale as he coughed twice, "Cough, cough, Kenny feels a little unwell..."
Cyrus raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the Little Dumpling’s performance with some interest through his narrow eyes. With such poor acting skills, who was this kid trying to scare?
However, in the next moment, Ann Vaughn, who was nestled in his embrace, managed to wiggle free and padded over to Kenny in her fluffy slippers, "Are you feeling unwell again? Let Mom... godmother take a look!"
Cyrus Hawthorne, who she left behind without hesitation: "..."
Ann Vaughn squatted in front of Kenny, trying to check his pulse, but heard Kenny, looking aggrieved, stretch out his chubby little arm and say, "My hand hurts a little."
"Don’t hurt, don’t hurt, godmother will blow on it, and the pain will fly away!" Ann Vaughn bowed her head and gently blew on Kenny’s little arm, her voice soft and patient as she comforted him.
With her head lowered, she didn’t notice Kenny, who was looking quite aggrieved just a moment before, lifting his little head and casting a triumphant glance in Cyrus Hawthorne’s direction.
Cyrus’s narrow eyes squinted, his gaze locking onto Ann Vaughn unwaveringly. The warm light above shone on her tender face, as if emitting light, particularly touching.
The tenderness he had never received, yet this brat...
After confirming Kenny’s condition had not worsened and showed no signs of illness, Ann Vaughn finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, she suddenly heard a muffled groan from behind her.
Turning her head, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne holding his head with one hand, looking pained and restrained, even sweating slightly as droplets slid down his clean, angular brow before disappearing along his jawline.
Ann Vaughn’s heart filled with panic, "What’s wrong? Is your headache acting up again?"
"It’s nothing, I’m used to it." Cyrus’s voice was terribly hoarse, as if he was trying hard to restrain something, turning his face away, not letting Ann Vaughn continue to look.
The words "I’m used to it" stabbed at Ann Vaughn’s heart like the tip of a knife. Could it be that since he lost his memory, his head has occasionally been in pain?
This is not a good sign.
Ann Vaughn thought about it and turned to the master bedroom.
As soon as she left, the atmosphere in the living room changed drastically.
The man who had looked so restrained and patient a moment ago turned into a calm and casual demeanor, elegantly crossing his long legs and leaning back on the sofa. His narrow eyes held a faint hint of challenge.
The Little Dumpling, pretending to be hurt and acting spoiled, was now full of seriousness and defensiveness, staring hard at him with big eyes.
"Uncle, you actually faked being sick to win my godmother’s sympathy, shame on you!"
"Brat, aren’t you doing the same thing?" Cyrus snorted lightly, looking indifferent.
The air instantly made a "sizzle" sound like sparks colliding, having quite a confrontational feel.
Ann Vaughn came out of the bedroom with a medicine box and saw the big and small of the living room quarrelling fiercely.
But it was the first time she witnessed the father and son appearing in the same frame, giving her an unexpected sense of warmth.
Unfortunately, the atmosphere in the living room wasn’t the least bit warm at the moment.
Kenny was so angry his face turned red, and he shouted, "Godmother only belongs to Kenny! Weird uncle, stay away from her and stop trying to win her over!"
"I should be the one saying that to you. How old are you that you’re still acting cute and selling a charming appeal? Haven’t drunk enough milk?" Cyrus raised a hand, pressing a finger against the Little Dumpling’s forehead, watching him flail his short arms and legs, speaking coldly.
"Kenny is already a grown man and can take care of godmother for a lifetime. No one can take godmother away from me!"
"Ha, a little sprout brain growing only in mind, not in height, and you dare to think of taking my woman?"
Cyrus suddenly stood up, lifted Kenny by his collar with one hand, and effortlessly brought the Little Dumpling in front of him, the curve of his thin lips tinged with mockery.
A little guy like this, wanting to compete with him for someone?
Despite being hoisted up in a threatening manner, Kenny was no longer scared and snorted, "When I grow up, I’ll find godmother ten or eight incredibly handsome young guys, changing one every day, definitely not needing someone like you, the weird uncle!"
At this, Ann Vaughn practically wanted to facepalm. Damn it, what kind of ridiculous soap operas did Susie let him watch every time she visited Kenny!
Cyrus’s thin lips tightened slightly, his dark, narrow eyes showing layers of a threatening aura, his voice icy as he warned, "Brat, believe it or not, I’ll catch you and make soup out of you?"
For any other child, being near Cyrus Hawthorne with the cold and intimidating aura he exuded, would render them speechless with fear, giving them nightmares at night.
In the minds of many children of the Hawthorne Family, mentioning Cyrus was more effective than mentioning ghosts coming to catch someone, always working like a charm.
"Godmother! Someone wants to catch Kenny and make soup!" Kenny flailed his little hands, then shouted out loud.
Cyrus’s brow twitched at this, and he saw that slender figure quickly running forward, grabbing the Little Dumpling from his hand, and looking at him with full disapproval.
"Kenny is still young. Why bother with a child?" Ann Vaughn hugged Kenny’s soft little body, suppressing the sudden urge that surged up to tell Cyrus everything.
But she knew very well that she couldn’t.
Kenny took the opportunity to cling to Ann Vaughn’s neck, turning his head to make a face at Cyrus, firmly occupying Ann Vaughn’s embrace.
Competing with him for mommy? Not happening, not even a crack in the window for you!
The vein on Cyrus’s forehead throbbed, his handsome face cold as ice. For the first time, he had the urge to ignore everything and yank this little brat out of Ann Vaughn’s arms and give his backside a good spanking.
However, when he saw Ann Vaughn’s gentle and spoiled expression towards this little brat, Cyrus furrowed his brows slightly, a deep and distant pained look flickering in his eyes.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Cyrus glanced at Kenny still occupying Ann Vaughn’s embrace and said in a deep voice, "Throw him out, I have something to talk to you about."
"What is it?" There was no way Ann Vaughn could throw Kenny out, but she hadn’t expected that in such a short time, they’d become like enemies, unable to see eye to eye.
"Vaughn Clinic."
The moment these three words were uttered, Ann Vaughn’s eyes blanked for a moment, her arms holding Kenny involuntarily loosening.
Kenny immediately sensed it, the Archfiend was actually cheating!
Even thinking this, Kenny still chose to jump out of Ann Vaughn’s embrace himself and said to her, "Godmother, Kenny is going home first. Don’t forget to come over at night to accompany Kenny to sleep!"