CHAPTER 872: CHAPTER 872: BITTEN BY A DOG

Betty looked at Ann Vaughn with eyes full of admiration; of course, she trusted the Princess’s medical skills.

Moreover, Betty secretly believed that the Princess’s medical skills could surpass Dr. Silas Lowell by a great distance, but now...

"Princess, you can’t see right now, it’s safer to let Dr. Silas Lowell treat you."

Ann Vaughn wasn’t sure what was safe for herself.

But if that scoundrel showed up one more time, he might as well buy her insurance.

Ann Vaughn felt like there was a fire burning in her chest. She rejected Betty’s help and walked towards the bathroom, relying on her memory of the route.

Having adapted over the past few days, she could now move freely within this room.

"Princess, what are you going to do? Can I help you?" Betty called out worriedly from outside.

Ann Vaughn didn’t answer her, and began brushing her teeth with a vengeful intensity, continuing for a full five minutes before stopping. She then picked up a wet towel and vigorously wiped her lips.

"Bastard."

"Damn hooligan."

"May your mom find the vegetable prices rise when she goes shopping tomorrow!"

Standing in front of the mirror, Ann Vaughn cursed under her breath, her teeth gritting, as if she were reciting some incantation to anyone ignorant of her situation.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, Betty, who had anxiously been waiting outside, walked in and was shocked to see Ann Vaughn’s lips as red as blood.

"Princess, what happened to your mouth?"

"Bitten by a dog." Ann Vaughn said offhandedly, still angry.

Betty was aghast, "A dog?! Princess, hold on, I’ll get the dog catchers right away!"

"Wait!" Ann Vaughn came to her senses and stopped Betty with some headache, "I was joking with you earlier. It’s just a mild allergy. If it’s convenient, could you get me some medicine from the doctor?"

Betty originally wanted to ask if a doctor should come and check, but then she thought, since the Princess is a doctor herself, there’s no need for that.

"Of course, no problem, Princess. Wait for me, I’ll go find the doctor immediately!"

Ann Vaughn gave a slight smile, "Thanks for your trouble."

"It’s no trouble; it’s Betty’s honor to serve the Princess."

After a short while, Ann Vaughn heard the sound of the door closing.

She immediately got up from the sofa, quietly tip-toeing towards the door.

Due to Ann Vaughn’s blindness, the outside of the room wasn’t as heavily guarded as she had imagined.

From the room through the corridor and to the stairway, she felt no other people’s presence around.

This probably also had something to do with Delina and Nicole being punished; anyone with sense wouldn’t start trouble with Ann Vaughn.

So these past days, under the guise of taking walks, Ann Vaughn had already figured out part of the layout in The Royal City.

However, that was still far from enough.

Once her eyes recovered, security here would definitely not be as lax as now, and her chances of escape would be even lower.

She had to make thorough preparations...

Ann Vaughn held onto the railing’s edge, moving forward step by step. As she passed the top of the stairs, a hand appeared out of nowhere, pulling her fiercely behind a column!

Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, her blood froze for an instant, and she was about to shout without thinking—

"Shhh." A familiar voice interrupted Ann Vaughn, "The Princess wouldn’t want to be seen with me in this state, would she?"

In the shadows behind the column, Breeze almost had Ann Vaughn’s petite body trapped between his arms. His long legs assertively pressed against her slender legs, immobilizing her while pinning her against the column.

"Breeze!" Even though Ann Vaughn couldn’t see, she could feel how intimate their posture was, her cheeks flushed with anger, "Let me go!"

Breeze was so close that a slight tilt of his head would allow him to kiss her crimson lips again.

He chuckled lightly, "Why? The Princess can be like this with Warren Vance, why can’t I?"

"Who the hell was like this with Warren Vance?!" Ann Vaughn struggled non-stop, but her meager strength was akin to a baby’s against Breeze, unable to break free in the slightest.

So Ann Vaughn seized the moment to plunge the Golden Needle from her fingertips firmly into Breeze’s body!

"Hiss." Breeze looked at the needle in his shoulder, cooperating with a playful ’hiss’, "Feel better now?"

"I told you to let go!"

Just as she said this, Ann Vaughn’s lips were once more seized.

Unlike the brief touch from earlier, this kiss came ferociously, filled with a strong and terrifying sense of invasion, as if trying to devour Ann Vaughn whole, getting deeper and deeper.

Conquering territory without hesitation.

Suddenly, the flames of anger that burned in Ann Vaughn’s body froze in an instant.

"Princess? Princess, where are you—"

While Ann Vaughn was lost in thought, Betty’s anxious shout came from afar, immediately jolting her back to reality.

At the same moment, Breeze pulled away from her lips, a voice with a hint of laughter mingled with the cool breeze and reached her ears.

"This is a reward."

"..."

When Betty found Ann Vaughn, she was frowning, leaning against the railing by the column, her lips vividly red, cheeks flushed like the clouds at dawn; she looked as if she had been thoroughly bullied.

However, Betty, being single all her life, didn’t understand the deeper meaning and naively thought Ann Vaughn had stayed too long outside, caught a chill, and had a fever.

"Princess, your face is so red, do you have a fever?" Betty worriedly touched Ann Vaughn’s forehead, but found the temperature normal, "No fever, are you not feeling well somewhere?"

Ann Vaughn was still immersed in her thoughts, lightly touching her lips with her fingertips, immediately knitting her brows.

—Damn hooligan.

But if her feeling wasn’t wrong, the person just now...

"Princess? Princess, what’s wrong?" Betty kept asking.

Ann Vaughn finally came to her senses, shaking her head, "I’m fine, just walked too long and got tired, help me back."

Betty believed her, stepping forward to help her back, "Princess, next time when you want to walk, just let Betty know, I’ll accompany you. Otherwise, it’s too dangerous for you to go such a distance alone."

"Sorry for worrying you."

"The one truly concerned about you is His Highness."

After returning to the room, Ann Vaughn realized why Betty had said that.

"Where did you go?" Warren Vance’s lazy voice came from the phone.

"Went out for a walk, is that not allowed." Ann Vaughn retorted lightly, with no intention of hiding anything.

If she were evasive, it would lead Warren Vance to suspect her intentions for going out.

Warren Vance’s tone was unreadable, "Walking is fine, just remember to have someone with you. Otherwise... there’s no worth for them to exist."

"Are you threatening me?" Ann Vaughn sneered, "Like before, if you were displeased, you’d quietly deal with those around me? Warren Vance, who are you putting on airs for?"