CHAPTER 906: CHAPTER 906: YOU REALLY ARE A GOOD PERSON

Ann Vaughn glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window and said to Cyrus Hawthorne, "Mr. Vaughn, it’s getting late, so I’ll head back now."

"Here, once it’s past eight o’clock in the evening, all vehicles are prohibited from traveling." Cyrus Hawthorne said with a slight frown.

Who came up with this ridiculous rule?

Ann Vaughn was completely stunned. Was she going to sleep in a trash can tonight??

Seeing her bewildered expression, an almost imperceptible smile flashed in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes.

"The doctor mentioned that Kenny’s stomach ache symptoms might recur during the night. If Miss Vaughn could stay here for the night, I believe Kenny would feel more at ease."

Recurring stomach ache symptoms?

Ann Vaughn’s heart tightened. Adults can bear a stomach ache, but children are fragile. If not handled well, it could leave lasting problems.

What if Kenny feels uncomfortable, and she isn’t there with him...

"Then I’ll trouble you, Mr. Vaughn." Ann Vaughn said gratefully.

As expected of someone with the same surname as her, incredibly considerate.

"Miss Vaughn, you’re too kind."

Cyrus Hawthorne smiled gently, neither too cold nor too enthusiastic, embodying the demeanor of a virtuous gentleman, modest and respectful.

...

Half an hour later.

While drying her hair, Ann Vaughn walked out of the bathroom, remembered she hadn’t told Susie Sommers about it, and sent her a text message.

Kenny was suddenly taken away, she must be worried sick, hoping she doesn’t strain herself.

Before Susie Sommers could reply, as Ann Vaughn was about to get some water, she heard a knock on the door.

"Miss Vaughn, may I come in?" Cyrus Hawthorne asked from outside the door.

"Sure, please come in."

The door opened, and Cyrus Hawthorne entered the room first.

Following him, a servant pushed in a food trolley, set the meal on the table, and then left the room.

"This is...?" Seeing the scene, Ann Vaughn was somewhat stunned.

"The kitchen happened to make extra food. If Miss Vaughn doesn’t mind, why not give it a try?" Cyrus Hawthorne explained calmly, as if it really was just extra food, unrelated to anything else.

Since afternoon until now, Ann Vaughn hadn’t eaten anything, trying not to trouble others while in someone else’s home, she had been drinking water to satisfy her hunger.

Seeing these exquisite and delicious meals, though claimed to be extra, she inclined to believe Cyrus had them prepared especially for her.

"Thank you, Mr. Vaughn, you really are a good person." Ann Vaughn said gratefully to Cyrus Hawthorne, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Caught off guard, receiving a "good person" card, the great President Hawthorne felt complicated.

"Miss Vaughn, there’s no need to be so polite." Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips slightly curved into a faint smile, "Then, I won’t disturb your meal."

"Mm-hmm!" Ann Vaughn waited with restraint until Cyrus Hawthorne turned around before sitting down by the table.

Unexpectedly, just as she sat down, everything suddenly went dark.

Remembering her eye injury, Ann Vaughn, somewhat panicked, pressed her eyelids, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Could it be... that she’s gone blind?!

Just as the thought arose, Ann Vaughn saw a beam of light in the darkness, followed by Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep voice reaching her ears:

"It should be a power outage, don’t be afraid."

Even though they were separated by some distance, hearing his voice immediately calmed Ann Vaughn. With the light from Cyrus Hawthorne’s phone, she went to the sofa to get her own phone.

Then she turned on the flashlight.

But it didn’t matter whether her phone’s flashlight was on or not.

Cyrus Hawthorne had already fetched two candlesticks from the room’s cupboard and placed them on the dining table after lighting them.

"This actually adds quite a bit to your dinner." He slightly curled his lips and smiled lightly.

The warm candlelight gently flickered, enhancing Cyrus Hawthorne’s features, partially veiled in shadows, making him appear even more serene and deep, inexplicably providing a sense of security.

For some reason, Ann Vaughn’s heart began to race significantly.

"Th-thank you."

The fear that had brewed in the darkness began to dissipate gradually in front of the "candlelight dinner."

Ann Vaughn sat down again and, seeing Cyrus Hawthorne about to leave, spoke up without thinking: "Wait!"

Cyrus Hawthorne paused and turned to look at her.

Ann Vaughn awkwardly clenched her left hand, swallowed, and bravely asked: "Though it feels a bit embarrassing to ask... but could you stay here for a while? I... I am a bit..."

The words "afraid" were hard to utter.

Plus, telling a stranger such a thing late at night might easily cause misunderstandings.

Thinking this, Ann Vaughn immediately stopped talking, but then heard Cyrus Hawthorne chuckle, "Actually, I happen to have something to request of Miss Vaughn too."

"What is it?"

"No rush, let’s discuss after you finish eating." Cyrus Hawthorne pulled out a chair opposite Ann Vaughn and sat down.

Ann Vaughn didn’t ask further and served a bowl of soup for Cyrus Hawthorne before starting to eat.

Looking at the porcelain bowl in front of him, Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyebrows slightly raised.

The delicate one knows how to return kindness.

The rich, sweet seafood bisque burst in her mouth, providing an exquisite enjoyment to each taste bud. Ann Vaughn’s eyes filled with wonder.

No wonder Kenny was raised so rosy and plump; you could tell from the chef’s skill.

But for some reason, Ann Vaughn’s mood turned a bit downcast.

Compared to Kenny’s daddy, having Kenny with her seemed like an ordeal...

"Is the food not to your liking?" Just as Ann Vaughn was getting lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard Cyrus Hawthorne ask.

She immediately snapped back to reality and shook her head, "No, it’s very delicious."

"Is that so?" Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, "Then eat more, no need to hold back."

Not wanting the delicious meal to go to waste, Ann Vaughn stopped pondering and focused back on the task of eating.

After the meal.

Having eaten too much, Ann Vaughn followed Cyrus Hawthorne downstairs, her steps unsteady like a waddling penguin.

"Has the power not been restored in the villa?" Ann Vaughn looked around at the pitch-black surroundings, feeling a bit anxious.

Staring at the darkness for too long, it felt as if a hand could suddenly reach out and pull someone in.

"The repair team will be here tomorrow." Cyrus Hawthorne replied casually while intentionally shining the flashlight over her path to prevent her from stumbling.

"I see." Ann Vaughn nodded.

They walked out of the villa and arrived at the flower garden in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

The sprawling vines were in full bloom, astonishingly beautiful.

Ann Vaughn’s clear eyes were filled with disbelief as she couldn’t resist squatting down to examine the flowers closely, "What variety of flowers are these? They can bloom at night."

Even more astonishing, there were several different colors of the same flower species.

Looking at one blooming black flower, Ann Vaughn’s voice carried an undeniable disbelief, "There’s actually a black one among the vines..."