CHAPTER 890: CHAPTER 890: TAKE HER HOME

Soft and fluffy, the level of satisfaction was off the charts!

"Bear, look! The fireworks are here!"

A familiar phrase suddenly emerged from the depths of her mind, instantly rendering Ann Vaughn frozen in place.

That sentence just now... who said it?

Before Ann Vaughn could think it through, she saw a traitor bear suddenly appear from the white bear group, huffing and puffing as it squeezed in front of her and with a "plop," hugged her!

Ann Vaughn hadn’t even reacted yet when the little white bear at the end of the line hugged her leg, incessantly rubbing against it, making her unable to hold back her laughter.

Seeing this, Betty and the bodyguards immediately wanted to step forward to pull the little white bear away, but Ann Vaughn stopped them.

"It’s just a child."

"Okay." Betty nodded and signaled the bodyguards to step back.

Looking at the little white bear in front of her, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but stroke its head once and pinched its bear paw, feeling that the tactile sensation was incredibly good, practically irresistible.

She really wanted to take it home!

The little white bear used its chubby little paw to hold Ann Vaughn’s wrist, then pulled her into the dancing group ahead.

"Do you want to invite me to dance with you?" Ann Vaughn followed him forward, her eyes smiling.

The little white bear nodded vigorously and even struck a dancing pose.

Ann Vaughn was so charmed by him that she almost spat milk, forgetting how to write the word ’refuse,’ and couldn’t help but follow him along.

When Betty and the bodyguards tried to catch up, they were blocked by a few dancing bears in their path.

Holding the little white bear’s chubby paw, Ann Vaughn danced from the end of the line to the front, and along the way, her pockets and hands were filled with flowers given by passersby.

"Haha, little guy, you’re such a good dancer! These are all your rewards." Ann Vaughn bundled the flowers together and placed them in the little white bear’s paw, "Here, these are for you."

The little white bear shook its head, persistently pushing the flowers towards Ann Vaughn.

Unable to refuse, Ann Vaughn thought for a moment and said, "Why don’t we split them half and half?"

The little white bear slowly turned in a circle and nodded.

Ah——

The little person in Ann Vaughn’s heart was shot through with an arrow, spraying nosebleeds as she fell back.

If it weren’t illegal, she would definitely abduct this little guy home!

At this moment, Ann Vaughn suddenly realized that Betty and the others seemed to have been dispersed by the crowd and she hadn’t seen them for a while.

Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes slightly squinted, and a plan floated to her mind.

"Little guy, sister has to run now, I can’t take you with me. Be sure to stay safe here and don’t get lost."

Patted the little white bear’s head, Ann Vaughn turned with the flowers and disappeared into the crowd.

The little white bear froze for a moment, just about to chase after her when it was held back by a big bear wearing a bow.

"Don’t go. Warren Vance’s people are nearby, and if they find us here, things will get very complicated."

The little white bear looked at where Ann Vaughn disappeared and then at a certain spot in the distance, and its head drooped sadly.

Yet, the sad little white bear somehow hit the cute spot for the passerby girls, who screamed excitedly as they came to stroke him.

Frightened, the bow-wearing bear scooped up the little white bear and sprinted away in a hundred-meter dash, fleeing the scene.

On the other side, Ann Vaughn walked out of a small shop, biting into a toffee apple, holding a few bags of snacks in the other hand, looking quite satiated.

Where did I just hear about watching hot air balloons?

Ann Vaughn bought a map by the roadside, found her direction, and went to the other side of the road to hail a taxi.

"Ah——"

A sudden scream pierced the air.

Ann Vaughn, with the apple in her mouth, looked towards the sound to see a girl in a denim skirt tumble right into the street. The oncoming car couldn’t brake in time and was about to hit her.

In the spur of the moment, Ann Vaughn stepped forward quickly, grabbing the girl by the strap on her clothes, forcibly pulling her back!

The next second, the car whizzed past them, narrowly missing.

Startled, Ann Vaughn instinctively took a few steps back, but she overlooked the uneven ground, leading to a moment of unsteady footing.

"Careful."

A deep, magnetic male voice sounded behind her, and the next moment, she felt herself steadied by a pair of strong hands which only released her once she was stable.

Ann Vaughn turned to see her savior and unexpectedly met a pair of abyss-black eyes, causing her breath to hitch momentarily.

Having been seeing Warren Vance’s wickedly charming face daily, Ann Vaughn thought she was immune to handsome men by now.

Yet she couldn’t help but be awestruck by the breathtaking features before her.

Resembling a piece of art sculpted by God’s meticulous hand, his eyes were cold and distant, a high nose bridge, thin and light-colored lips, every feature just right, yet as if a painting, distanced by an invisible barrier.

Perhaps due to unwellness, his face seemed excessively pale.

For some reason, Ann Vaughn recalled the scene when she denied Warren Vance was her husband.

Even then, she couldn’t answer herself what type of man she truly liked.

Now the answer was clear.

Ah, so it’s like this.

Cyrus Hawthorne, watching Ann Vaughn’s ever-changing, pretty face, slightly furrowed his elegant brows and was about to speak when the delicate figure in his arms slipped away.

"S-Sorry, sir, thank you for helping me just now." Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality and apologized embarrassedly to him,

while silently chastising herself.

Have you never seen a man before? Why are you drooling over... ugh, crushing on someone for so long?!

Ann Vaughn, you already have no brains, you can’t lose your face too!!

A trace of mild surprise flickered across Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes, and then he tightly pressed his thin lips together.

"What did you say?"

As expected, even a handsome man’s voice sounds pleasant.

Inwardly, Ann Vaughn was slipping, but she maintained a calm façade, hiding it all, "Sir, thank you for helping me."

After thanking him, Ann Vaughn reluctantly pulled her gaze away and turned to look at the girl she had pulled back from the brink of life and death.

The girl was deathly pale, trembling all over, eyes void of focus, clearly with her soul scared away.

Ann Vaughn directly walked away, not bothered that the girl didn’t even thank her.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows knitted deeper, yet he didn’t rush to pursue, his narrow eyes deep as night.

"President Hawthorne, confirmation complete. Warren Vance’s people are stationed to the east, west, south, and north, with multiple snipers in higher positions." Sept whispered beside Cyrus Hawthorne.

"Hmm." The air pressure around Cyrus Hawthorne was heavy.

Just then, two delicate-looking men approached the girl.

"Little girl, are you okay? Do you need us to help you to the side to rest? You look terribly frightened."

The girl slowly came back to her senses, her face still ashen, forcing a smile upon hearing them, "No, I’m fine, I..."

She uneasily glanced around, and when her gaze landed on Cyrus Hawthorne, her eyes suddenly brightened.