Chapter 304: Chapter 304: They Must Absolutely Not Meet!
Ann Vaughn had just wanted to close her mouth, but it was too late.
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
Just as the thought came up, the force of that warmth softened a lot, as if it was just a small punishment for her.
Knock knock knock.
Right then, there was a knocking sound at the door.
Ann immediately tensed up like a startled cat, her eyes clouded with a hint of panic and nervousness, small fists pushing against Cyrus Hawthorne’s chest.
Unexpectedly, not only did she fail to push him away, but it made him even more wanton.
As the knocking on the door sounded again, anger rose in Ann’s eyes, and she was about to send the Golden Needle forward from her sleeve.
The next second, Cyrus suddenly released his arms from her slender waist, a muffled groan escaping his throat, his brows furrowed tightly, as if enduring some kind of pain.
Ann was stunned for a moment, looking at his pale lips, quickly grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, "Are you feeling unwell?"
The residual virus should have been cleared, logically, it shouldn’t relapse again...
"It’s nothing." Cyrus slowly withdrew his hand, his elegant and refined eyes showing a trace of contemplation, "I just remembered some images earlier, my head hurts a bit."
Amnesia sufferers can recall missing fragments when their nerves are stimulated in various casual environments.
But earlier... it was just that, without much special reason.
Ann puzzled over it indefinitely, even disregarding the sting on her lip and the anger that had flared up just now, pondering why Cyrus suddenly had a headache.
Clearly, she couldn’t detect anything abnormal when checking his pulse.
"What did you remember?" She asked with a bit of curiosity.
Cyrus shook his head slightly, his thin eyelids veiling the intense burning desire in his eyes, his expression indifferent, "Only fragments, can’t recall anything."
Seeing him rarely show such a troubled look, Ann pressed her lips together, her pretty face somewhat dazed.
Turns out, he isn’t entirely indifferent to his lost memories.
Yet secretly, she somewhat doesn’t want him to regain his memories, otherwise...
However, Ann was unaware that when she lowered her eyes and wrestled with the matter, there wasn’t a trace of the previous troubled look on Cyrus’s handsome face.
Those ink-colored narrow eyes held only a shallow layer of amusement, locking onto her without blinking.
Little one is indeed soft-hearted.
Unaware of this, Ann went to the washroom and made a phone call to Sherry, asking her to help find medical literature on amnesia patients.
After discussing this matter Ann was about to hang up, but Sherry stopped her.
"I heard rumors that they originally wanted to send people to search our studio, but someone stopped them, Annie, we might have unknowingly offended someone, be careful on Marinia’s side too, stay safe."
Send people to search?
Ann lightly furrowed her brows, "Not afraid of them investigating, just fear they might attack from the shadows."
Speaking of offending someone... if Jane Sheridan counts, then it’s very likely related to her.
That woman in a cheongsam, according to Ann’s speculation, is very likely the third miss of the Sheridan Family whom they had just found not long ago.
Although she seems to have never met this third miss, nor had any past conflicts, yet the look in her eyes when she looked at Ann felt like she wouldn’t rest until Ann was dead.
"And another thing you should be prepared for, a newly opened clinic called The Snowbell Clinic is prescribing treatments for colds, internal and external injuries, skin diseases, etc., using the same formulas we used before." Sherry’s voice was somewhat heavy.
Different Chinese medicine practitioners prescribe different formulas based on personal habits and knowledge, they would never be completely identical.
Let alone... the formulas Ann used before were ancient recipes left by her grandfather, which were not something ordinary people could comprehend, let alone write the same as those.
Could the owner of The Snowbell Clinic be familiar with Grandpa?
"I know, let me go back and check the situation before making any judgments." Ann pondered for a moment, said this and hung up the phone and walked out of the washroom.
When she came out, the dishes had already filled the glass table, the aroma was alluring.
But when Ann enthusiastically prepared to fill her stomach, because of the saltiness, whenever the food accidentally touched her lips, it pained her to the point of tears welling up, she couldn’t eat a single bite.
Only then did Cyrus realize how overboard he had gone this time, gently held her face, looking at her nearly chafed red lips and pitiful eyes, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
"Go away!" Ann slapped his hand away irritably, wanting to move far away from him, only to be pinned down unable to move.
"Sorry." He sighed lowly, seeming to compromise.
This immediately dissipated the anger that had risen to Ann’s throat, her small mouth parted slightly, then she said sulkily, "Then promise you won’t do this again, otherwise you better stay away from me, lest you bully me while getting close every now and then!"
Cyrus seemed to ponder for two seconds, then said, "How far do I need to stay for you to calm down?"
"..." This bastard!
Faced with a table full of delicacies, Ann could only sadly drink porridge, her grievances obvious.
All the way to the hotel, she hadn’t glanced at Cyrus even once, directly sulking like a puffed-up pufferfish.
"Annie."
Just as she got out of the car, Ann heard a familiar voice, she looked toward the sound, and saw Sutton Jennings in a light grey suit standing at the hotel entrance.
Probably just coming down from a banquet, as he, someone who rarely likes such attire, was rarely dressed in a suit.
He looked different, more composed and handsome.
But
Ann suddenly retracted her movement to get out of the car, slammed the door shut, then said to Cyrus, "Um, I suddenly remembered there’s something I forgot to buy, would you mind taking me there?"
Absolutely cannot let Cyrus and Brother Shane run into each other!
Last time, it was just a text message, Cyrus nearly took her life, if they meet face to face...
She probably wouldn’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.