CHAPTER 912: CHAPTER 912: WILL SHE STILL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM?

"It’s fine, let him sleep."

What does "let him sleep" mean?

Ann Vaughn slightly wrinkled her delicate nose, then tentatively asked, "Can Kenny stay here for the night? I’ll take him back tomorrow."

"Alright." Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly.

"Then, Mr. Vaughn, you..."

Before she could finish saying "should go back," Ann Vaughn heard the imposing man calmly speaking.

"I’ll also stay."

Ann Vaughn: ???

The smile on Ann Vaughn’s face froze, this was not the outcome she had wanted!!

However, before she could oppose the suggestion, Cyrus Hawthorne added, "The doctor said your condition is unstable. If you fall unconscious again, you need immediate medical attention, or it could be life-threatening."

Passing out from the pain of a menstrual cramp can indeed be life-threatening, Ann Vaughn knew that.

But she hadn’t expected him to be so attentive.

"Then you..."

"I’ll stay up all night, if you need anything, you can call me anytime."

After all, the accumulated files needing attention over the past few days left Cyrus Hawthorne no time to rest.

Moreover, staying up all night was a routine for him, nothing significant.

But for Ann Vaughn, who went to bed on time every day to ensure quality sleep, it was akin to torture.

Words of rejection on Ann Vaughn’s lips somehow swallowed back down.

She thought for a moment, went to her room to retrieve a pillow and a thin blanket, and placed them on the sofa.

"The sofa is a bit small, it might be a bit uncomfortable for you." Comparing Cyrus Hawthorne’s tall stature to the length of the sofa, Ann Vaughn bit her lip apologetically.

But she couldn’t let him use Kenny’s small bed either, that would be even worse.

Cyrus Hawthorne curled a half-smile, under the warm light, his deep, narrow eyes seemed to hold a hint of tenderness, his voice irresistibly alluring, "Goodnight, Miss Vaughn."

"...Goodnight, Mr. Vaughn!" With that, Ann Vaughn shuffled back to her room in her slippers, forgetting to even get water.

Damned.

Why was her heart suddenly racing so fast???

Ann Vaughn leaned against the door, tapping her chest, taking a deep breath, then lightly knocked her head.

"He’s just trying to repay kindness, Ann, what are you overthinking?"

No wonder they say the longer you live, the thicker your skin gets, QAQ.

...

The next day.

When Ann Vaughn woke up, it was already afternoon.

After a round of searching, not seeing Cyrus Hawthorne or Kenny, they must have left early.

The blanket and pillow on the sofa were placed neatly, with a note reminding Ann Vaughn there were meals in the fridge, just needing to be heated.

The ginger jujube brown sugar tea was also kept warm in the thermos, ready to drink anytime.

Pouring herself a cup of the ginger jujube brown sugar tea, a subtle sense of envy suddenly rose in Ann Vaughn’s heart.

I wonder who James Vaughn’s wife is, she must be the ultimate winner in life.

After finishing the belated lunch, Ann Vaughn went next door to ring the doorbell, Susie Sommers didn’t come over yesterday, she felt a bit worried.

But after waiting for about ten minutes, there was no response from inside.

The message Ann Vaughn sent Susie Sommers yesterday also hadn’t been replied to.

Could something have happened?

Ann Vaughn lightly furrowed her brows, quickly calling Susie Sommers, the ringtone rang until it automatically hung up with no answer.

Not giving up, Ann Vaughn called again, and after a considerable wait, it finally connected.

"Annie, you were looking for me?"

Hearing Susie Sommers’ voice, Ann Vaughn immediately sighed in relief, "You didn’t come for the medicinal diet yesterday, and I didn’t see you, so I was a little worried, thus calling to check in."

Even though they only met a few days ago, Ann Vaughn always felt like she had known Susie Sommers for a long time, feeling no sense of unfamiliarity.

Susie Sommers chuckled on the other side, "I couldn’t go because I was rushing a proposal, I was just too busy, even lost sleep, so I didn’t come to find you. Once I finish this, I’ll come over to scrounge food and drink!"

"Alright, but make sure you balance work and rest, don’t exhaust yourself, it’s not good for you or the child."

"Don’t worry, I know!"

Hearing Susie Sommers’ voice still full of energy, Ann Vaughn finally put her heart at ease.

She didn’t know though, that people often use a lot of meaningless words during their hardest times to mask their true feelings.

Originally, besides worrying, Ann Vaughn wanted to ask Susie Sommers something else.

Inquire about how much she knew about the Hawthorne Group and Cyrus Hawthorne.

But as Susie Sommers was busy, she couldn’t further disturb her and had to dismiss this thought for now.

Thinking it over, Ann Vaughn still called Warren Vance.

"I’m quite surprised you’d actively contact me again." The sound of clinking glasses was heard, accompanied by Warren Vance’s slightly amused voice.

He seemed to be at a party, with light dance music occasionally reaching Ann Vaughn’s ears.

Ann Vaughn pursed her lips, "I have something I want to ask you."

After about a minute, things grew much quieter on Warren Vance’s side, Ann Vaughn guessed he had left the party scene.

"I’m alone now, go ahead."

"I once asked you when I woke up if my last name was Hawthorne, but you told me that was the surname of my mother’s killer." Ann Vaughn’s heart inexplicably ached as she took two seconds to continue, "I want to know his name, and everything about him, could I?"

There, Warren Vance gently swirled his red wine glass, the scarlet liquid clinging to the glass wall, looking even more bewitching than blood yet paler than his lips.

He lowered his gaze nonchalantly saying, "Since you want to know, I will naturally tell you."

"His name is Cyrus Hawthorne."

Ann Vaughn’s heart rate abruptly accelerated, pounding so fiercely, rendering her brain oxygen-deprived.

Thankfully, this reaction was much better than the previous two times, at least her head didn’t hurt.

"And then?" Ann Vaughn hurriedly asked.

Warren Vance merely let out a light chuckle, "My dear, instead of hearing it from me, why not see for yourself?"

Confused, Ann Vaughn raised an eyebrow, "See him in person?"

"No," Warren Vance slowly replied, "write down this address, and don’t be too surprised by whatever you see there. Because that is the real face of that man."

Ruthless, cold-blooded, heartless.

If she really saw the other side of that man, would his bride still fall in love with him?

Warren Vance let out a low laugh, envisioning when he would tear apart her beautiful delusions step by step, presenting the bloody ugly reality before her.

He was curious if she would still say he and that man were different in such a foolish manner?

...

Imperial Capital Prison.

A woman with disheveled hair, covered in filth, was pushed into the meeting room.

Sitting across from her, Ann Vaughn was stunned at first sight of her.