Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Suddenly Clingy
Ann Vaughn glanced at her newly changed nightgown, with a bow tied around the waist, and it was obvious who had tied it just by the rough handiwork.
But for some reason, a strange feeling flowed through her heart.
Thinking about it, Ann Vaughn quickly slapped her cheeks, telling herself not to overthink those messy thoughts.
She calculated the time, fortunately, the timing was just right, not her safe period, but she didn’t know if she could conceive or not.
Although anxious inside, Ann Vaughn knew very well that such matters couldn’t be resolved by being anxious, so she could only relax her mindset.
The person was right in front of her, she wasn’t afraid of anything but sleeping a few more times!
...Wait.
Where is Cyrus Hawthorne?
Ann Vaughn’s face changed, disregarding the soreness of her body, she immediately lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and ran outside.
Not finding anyone in the study, Ann Vaughn went to the rooftop to look, but still didn’t see that figure.
Could he have headed abroad while she was asleep?
At the thought of this possibility, Ann Vaughn’s pace hastened, and she ran downstairs, about to rush to the door, only to bump into a cold wall of a person.
"What are you running so urgently for?" The next second, Ann Vaughn felt an arm wrap around her waist, and the magnetic, low voice came from above her head, instantly turning her frightened gaze to delight.
Luckily he hadn’t left, if he really took the "MX Project" abroad, she wouldn’t know how to stop him.
Even though thinking so, Ann Vaughn’s pretty face didn’t show a sign of it, she swiftly grabbed his sleeve, her blinking eyes showing a hint of unease.
"I... I thought you left me here and went away."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes, seemingly a frozen ink lake, paused slightly, and the cold air around him inexplicably dissipated a bit, gradually warming up.
His voice subconsciously softened as he explained, "I made you some supper, do you want to eat?"
After the intense exercise earlier, Ann Vaughn was already starving, hearing this she nodded eagerly, then added a pretend sulk, "You have to eat with me!"
Before figuring out how to destroy this plan, she mustn’t let Cyrus Hawthorne out of her sight.
Cyrus Hawthorne, however, didn’t show the slightest impatience towards her little whims, his dark eyes held a faint smile, as if all shadows in his heart dispersed, "Okay."
In the dining room.
I have to admit, although Cyrus Hawthorne seems somewhat domineering and strong-willed, his cooking skills were impeccable.
Ann Vaughn ate her tomato beef noodle soup while sighing in her heart, feeling a warm satisfaction in her stomach.
Could he have studied cooking in these past four years on purpose? Then how did he manage to give himself a stomach disease?
Maybe because of picky eating?
That was actually a bit like Kenny.
Ann Vaughn absentmindedly thought, a terrifying impulsive idea sprang up inside her.
If Cyrus Hawthorne knew about Kenny, would he still reject the child like he did four years ago?
He doesn’t remember anything from before now, so would his view on the child change because of this?
But these were only her speculations, and if she guessed wrong...
The result would be something she couldn’t bear.
"After finishing the noodles, take a rest," Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at his watch, rubbed Ann Vaughn’s hair top, and said in a deep voice, "I have work to do, I’ll accompany you later."
Ann Vaughn’s eyes turned, she immediately said, "I want to go with you."
Why did this little one suddenly become so clingy?
Cyrus Hawthorne raised his eyebrows in surprise, then his narrow eyes slowly swept over the red marks on her slender white neck, teasingly saying, "Doesn’t your body feel uncomfortable? Hmm?"
Hearing the implication in his words, Ann Vaughn’s face flushed red again, "Who, who’s like you always thinking about those things! I just want to read more books, is it not okay, knowledge makes me progress!"
What does he take her for?
A seductress?!
Cyrus Hawthorne let out a slow, shallow "Mm," "You’re indeed different from me."
How different?
Not always having those things in her head like him.
And he...
Damn!
Ann Vaughn had the immediate impulse to curse, his unabashed gaze made her feel as though her body was on fire, burning with intensity.
She hurriedly avoided his sight, pushed the bowl aside, and stood up to run to the elevator, mumbling, "Bah! Shameful!"
How did she not know he was such a rogue before?
What an actor!
But even with her back to Cyrus Hawthorne, Ann Vaughn could still feel his intensely aggressive gaze, making her heart panic.
With a light trot into the study, Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her pounding heart.
She pulled a book randomly and sat on the sofa in the far corner.
When Cyrus Hawthorne walked into the study, he saw her properly flipping through a French book, those clear eyes turning back and forth but refusing to look this way.
Somewhat obvious in its concealment.
He inclined his head slightly, and silently chuckled.
Before long, the study was filled only with the soft sound of turning pages and the occasional low responses during Cyrus Hawthorne’s video conference.
Setting a tranquil and peaceful ambiance.
Ann Vaughn involuntarily grew a bit sleepy, her little head bobbing, the book’s words before her turning into a blur, nearly unreadable.
Plop.
The book fell onto the carpet.
Cyrus Hawthorne, in the midst of a meeting at his desk, glanced toward Ann Vaughn upon hearing the sound, seeing her little head tilted, already asleep.
He looked away, gesturing for the meeting to pause, then stood up.
The people on the other end of the video conference exchanged puzzled looks, not knowing why the meeting was suddenly paused.
Cyrus Hawthorne lifted Ann Vaughn in his arms, left the study, and returned to her room, placing her on the bed.
The sheets and blanket had been changed to new ones by him personally earlier while she was still asleep, clean and comfortable.
He gently brushed away the strands of hair falling on her cheek, revealing her sweet and silly sleeping face, more alluring than a rose ready for plucking.
Cyrus Hawthorne leaned slightly to plant a light kiss on her forehead, softly chuckling, "A little lazy cat falling asleep as soon as she touches the book."
It’s indeed the knowledge that brings her sleepiness.
After tucking Ann Vaughn in, adjusting the air-conditioning temperature, Cyrus Hawthorne turned off the lights and left her room, returning to the study to resume the meeting.
In the following days, Ann Vaughn’s clinginess reached an unprecedented level.
Whenever she couldn’t see Cyrus Hawthorne for more than half an hour, she would start searching all over the place.
Just like a little baby over a year old, needing adult kisses, hugs, and lifting high up, starting to fuss if they couldn’t see someone for a moment.
Cyrus Hawthorne not only found no discomfort in this, but he was rather indulgent, even taking her to the company.
Even the glass cabinet meant for storing documents in the CEO’s office became Ann Vaughn’s exclusive snack cabinet, which might boast top-notch snacks from various renowned international snack companies unspottable in the market.
However, when searched here, countless snacks could be found.
Regarding this, Mark Joyce often felt very tired at heart, if someone uninformed saw this, they’d think Hawthorne Corp. was going to change direction and venture into the food industry.