CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: UNUSUAL FEELINGS

Not sure how long had passed.

Ann Vaughn slowly opened her heavy eyelids, her head still a bit groggy, staring dazedly at the unfamiliar scene before her for several seconds.

"Where is this?" she murmured, her eyes scanning her surroundings, this place seemed like an abandoned warehouse, very desolate and barren.

Cyrus Hawthorne, still in a state of unconsciousness, was half-leaning beside her, his handsome face excessively pale, causing even more worry in Ann Vaughn’s eyes. She lowered her voice and softly called, "Cyrus Hawthorne, wake up?"

"Can you hear me?"

Before Ann Vaughn could awaken Cyrus Hawthorne from his coma, two burly men clad in black approached from nearby, looking at Ann Vaughn with malicious gazes.

"What’s all the noise for, if you don’t want to lose your life, just behave."

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips and kept silent, trying to struggle with her hands tied behind her back, but unfortunately, the bindings were too tight to break free.

Even if she broke free of the ropes, she alone couldn’t possibly take down the two men who were clearly trained, let alone the fact that Cyrus Hawthorne’s physical condition did not allow them to fight recklessly.

The more Ann Vaughn thought about it, the more anxious she became, with a few drops of fine sweat sliding down her smooth forehead.

Suddenly, her fingers touched a package hidden inside her sleeve, and her eyes suddenly brightened.

She glanced at the two men who seemed to be waiting for someone, estimated the distance between them, then turned her head toward Cyrus Hawthorne, whose eyes remained shut, and although she wasn’t sure if he could hear her, she still whispered, "Cyrus Hawthorne, hold your breath."

Having said that, she took out the package from her sleeve and secretly tore it open behind her back, discreetly tossing it onto the ground nearby.

"When is the boss going to arrive?" The two men in black frequently checked the time, growing increasingly impatient, "If he doesn’t come soon, I’ll..."

Before the words were finished, their faces stiffened and before they could react, they collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, Ann Vaughn immediately got up and moved over to the abandoned iron bench in the warehouse, using it to break the ropes on her hands.

Without delay, she quickly ran back and untied the ropes on Cyrus Hawthorne’s hands before helping him up.

She didn’t know when the accomplices of these two men would arrive, by then they wouldn’t be able to escape even if they wanted to.

Thinking this, Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth, pulling Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm over her shoulder with one hand and supporting his body with the other, laboriously dragging him towards the exit.

Outside, at some point, it had begun to rain lightly, making the road very wet.

Cyrus Hawthorne was almost entirely leaning on Ann Vaughn, nearly overwhelming her petite frame, so much so that she could barely straighten up, her face drenched in fragrant sweat.

After walking for quite a distance, Ann Vaughn’s arm began to cramp faintly, she bit her lip hard to endure the pain, and upon seeing two paths ahead, decisively supported Cyrus Hawthorne to take the path without tire marks.

What she didn’t know was that as they left the warehouse, Cyrus Hawthorne gradually regained consciousness; his injuries were too severe and having inhaled some anesthetic, he was temporarily unable to move, thus having no choice but to rely on her for movement.

Ann Vaughn opening the drug packet in the warehouse and desperately trying to take him out of the abandoned warehouse, every bit of that scene, had all been seen by him.

Towards Ann Vaughn, Cyrus Hawthorne had always harbored the terrible impression that she was cunning and unscrupulous, replacing Cynthia Vaughn to marry into the Hawthorne family.

Even though his grandfather ordered him to treat Ann Vaughn well, he had never regarded her as his wife.

Let alone understood her as a person.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes slightly closed, hiding the deep thoughts within, watching Ann Vaughn whose face and neck were covered in sweat, his thin lips slowly pressed together.