CHAPTER 938: CHAPTER 938: IS HE DRUNK?

However, in the next moment, Cyrus Hawthorne stopped in front of Ann Vaughn.

Ann blinked, looking at him with a puzzled expression, "Why are you..."

"It’s getting colder tonight, you forgot to add more clothes when you came out." Cyrus had a white coat draped over his arm, his stern face softened slightly, "When does it end?"

"Soon, I just lost a game and need to accept a punishment, after I finish this bottle..." Ann didn’t finish her sentence before Cyrus took the bottle from her hand.

His warm fingertips brushed over the back of her hand, contrasting sharply with her cool skin.

Straight away, Ann pulled her hand back in shock, but an uncontrollable tingling sensation spread through her heart.

Like getting an electric shock.

"Drinking is bad for girls, let me drink it for you."

Cyrus slightly tilted his head, each motion of his sexy Adam’s apple as the liquid went down his throat was a visual feast, drawing everyone’s attention involuntarily.

Ann stared at him dazedly, an untimely thought popped into her mind.

If sweat were to slide down his Adam’s apple now, and then sink into his collarbone, what a tempting sight it would be?

Seeing this, the faces of those women all changed at once, sourness swelling in their hearts.

To have such a fine man bringing clothes for her and even drinking for her... why is Ann Vaughn so lucky?

After finishing the bottle, Cyrus randomly placed it down and warmly said to Ann, "Let’s go."

"Oh, oh!" Ann immediately snapped back to reality and reached for her small bag.

"Wait!"

Wendy, who had been sitting still, suddenly stood up, casually lifted her hand to play with her hair, revealing what she considered her most charming smile, and fixed her eyes directly on Cyrus.

"Sir, we’re having a party, would you like to join us too..."

Cyrus casually took the coat from his arm and draped it over Ann’s shoulders, then squinted at Wendy as if looking down on an insignificant ant.

"Are you even worthy?"

The metallic voice was cold and indifferent, without much force, yet those light words made everyone feel extremely embarrassed.

It was as if their voices were suddenly strangled, and no one spoke to stop them from leaving.

Ann followed Cyrus out of the room and immediately felt the air become much fresher.

"Mr. Vaughn, thank you for..." Ann was about to thank Cyrus when she realized the seemingly steady man from before was now falling straight towards her!

"Mr. Vaughn!"

Ann hurriedly reached out to catch him, but due to the height difference, she was almost engulfed in his embrace, managing only to brace against his chest with both hands to avoid being too closely pressed together.

Even so, the mixed scent of alcohol and something cool wafted into Ann’s nostrils.

Oddly, it wasn’t unpleasant, but rather intoxicating.

Suddenly, Ann’s heart began to beat much faster.

"Mr. Vaughn, are you alright?"

"James...?"

Calling out a few times without a response, Ann turned her head and finally noticed that the tips of Cyrus’s ears hidden under his dark hair seemed to have a faint red tint.

Could he be drunk??

Ann struggled to pull out her phone from her bag and called Mark Joyce.

In less than three minutes, Mark hurried over.

"Miss Vaughn, how much did Mr.... President Vaughn drink?" Mark looked at the man leaning on Ann, almost speechless.

Cyrus’s alcohol tolerance was usually great; as long as he wasn’t overdoing it, he wouldn’t end up like this.

"Just a bottle, and it was beer." Ann said helplessly.

Mark smelled the alcohol in the air, immediately frowning, "That’s vodka, not beer."

Balkan vodka from Bulgaria with an alcohol content of 88%, no wonder the boss is drunk after a whole bottle...

"Vodka?" Ann raised her eyes in surprise, recalling the "beer" bottle she picked up earlier, she suddenly figured it out, her eyes gradually turning cold.

"Miss Vaughn, first let’s help President Vaughn downstairs." Mark reminded them, stepping forward to assist Ann in supporting Cyrus.

Ann came back to her senses, nodded.

However, before Mark could touch Cyrus’s arm, he saw Cyrus suddenly open his narrow eyes, coldly looking at Mark.

As if warning him: Stay away from me.

Mark, with a strong survival instinct, quickly withdrew his hand, as if a second’s delay would earn him a broken wrist.

"Special Assistant Joyce?" Seeing Mark hesitating to help, Ann, struggling to support Cyrus’s weight, asked with difficulty.

"Miss, Miss Vaughn, President Vaughn won’t let me help..." Mark said with a pained look, internally shedding wide tears.

After accompanying the boss for so many years, earning neither merit nor credit, now the boss treats him with such disdain QAQ.

Upon hearing this, Ann could only say to Cyrus, "Mr. Vaughn, James, can you hear me?"

Ann initially thought there would be no response, but after three seconds, she heard a low, raspy "hmm" near her ear.

The slightly warm breath brushed against the skin of her ear, causing her long lashes to flutter uncontrollably.

"Well, um, I can’t manage to get you downstairs alone, can your assistant help you?"

"...Hmm."

Ann tried to ignore the odd feeling in her heart and said to Mark, "You can do it now."

Only then did Mark nervously support Cyrus’s arm, and this time he indeed didn’t receive any death glare threats.

After finally getting Cyrus into the car, Ann thought she could finally relax, but discovered —

"Mr. Vaughn, could you get off me first?" Ann asked in a small voice.

Cyrus ignored her, with the back of his head resting on Ann’s thigh, one hand holding her small hand tightly, and no matter how Ann struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Today Ann wore a light apricot irregular dress, and upon sitting, the already short skirt barely covered her thighs.

With Cyrus’s head resting there, his dark short hair grazing the skin of her legs, tickling and itching, though not unpleasant, it left her with an indescribable panic in her heart.

"Special Assistant Joyce..." Helpless, Ann could only seek help from Mark in the front seat.

But how could Mark assist her?

Didn’t you see even drunk, the boss subtly closed the distance to Miss Vaughn?

"Miss Vaughn, President Vaughn generally holds his liquor well, but when he does get too drunk, he will..."

"He will what?"

"He will temporarily lose motor skills and become more irritable until the alcohol effect wears off. So during this time, as long as you go along with President Vaughn, there should be no major problems."

Lose motor skills?

Ann looked down at Cyrus holding her hand tightly, eyeing Mark with disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"Rest assured, President Vaughn’s drunkenness is considered mild this time." Mark said against his conscience.

"..."