CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: ARE YOU THAT DESPERATE FOR A MAN?

Sawyer Jennings remained silent, as if frozen in terrifying stillness.

Sutton Jennings wanted to press further but was stopped by Ann Vaughn. He clenched his fists for a few seconds, then released them, standing beside her as he watched her check Sawyer Jennings’ pulse.

"So young, yet your body is more depleted than an elderly person who is almost at the end of their life. However, your legs are in slightly better condition than your body..." Ann Vaughn examined Sawyer Jennings’ pulse carefully and spoke slowly.

Before she finished speaking, the butler interrupted excitedly, "Miss Vaughn, do you mean that the young master’s legs can recover?!"

Standing nearby, Sutton Jennings remained silent, but the color in his eyes gradually deepened.

Initially, he only hoped that Ann Vaughn could cure Sawyer Jennings’ anorexia, but he didn’t expect her to bring such a huge surprise.

Ann Vaughn nodded, "It’s been too long since the injury, so a full recovery is unlikely, but being able to function like a normal person is no problem."

"Please do your utmost to heal him. Whatever you want, I can give you." Sutton Jennings swallowed, seriously looking at Ann Vaughn and promising her word for word.

"I will." Since she decided to take on this patient, Ann Vaughn naturally would give it her all.

No matter how excited they were, the one who truly needed treatment, Sawyer Jennings, showed no reaction at all.

All that remained was exhaustion, a fatigue born from hope followed by inevitable despair repeated day after day.

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It was only the next morning that Ann Vaughn returned to The Water Terrace from the Jennings Family villa.

"Ann Vaughn, are you that desperate for men?"

The curtain blocked the morning light, leaving the room dimly lit, casting a shadow on the long figure sitting on the sofa, their silhouette unclear, a fingertip’s flicker of crimson fire creating a bright burst.

Ann Vaughn didn’t expect him to set foot here, and seemed like he had stayed all night. She was stunned for a moment.

By the time she regained her senses, Cyrus Hawthorne was already in front of her, one hand propped against the door panel beside her cheek, enveloping her with a tobacco-scented breath that was overpowering, leaving her momentarily breathless.

"What are you doing?" Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly tried to retreat, but had nowhere to go.

"Ann Vaughn, I don’t care how depraved and wanton your past private life has been. As long as you bear the title of Mrs. Hawthorne, if you dare to do anything that shames the Hawthorne Family, I won’t hesitate to make you experience a fate worse than death."

Cyrus Hawthorne disregarded her futile struggles, his thin lips inching closer to her ear, spilling words that were laced with bloodthirsty ruthlessness, exuding a dangerously chilling aura.

A shiver ran down one’s spine.

Ann Vaughn’s delicate body trembled slightly. She bit her lip, looking up at him, her eyes dark and dim, "I work at Aurelia, yes, but I earn money with my own skills. Every penny is clean, not filthy like you think!"

"Haven’t you gotten used to selling your body, daring to do but not admit?" Cyrus Hawthorne sneered coldly, slowly straightening up, "Ann Vaughn, do you honestly think what you did in high school is a secret to me?"

Since the car accident six months ago, his condition had worsened, and now he was barely getting by with medication.

Though he couldn’t be bothered with other matters, it didn’t mean that Ann Vaughn could believe her past actions could remain hidden, and not holding her accountable was already giving her face.

What she did in high school?

But that was clearly Cynthia Vaughn...

Ann Vaughn’s gaze shook, as if recalling something, her face paled, red lips pressed together tightly, "Those are just rumors. Besides, whether I’m a virgin or not, you should be more aware than me."

Her first time was with him, this was undeniable.

"Heh, a mere artificial membrane, how much value do you think it holds?"

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