Cyrus Hawthorne’s kiss was aggressive, much like his own deanor, domineering and arrogant, not allowing her the slightest chance to retreat.
It seed as though he was venting all the anger and agitation that had accumulated over the past few days, with his cool lips turning without a hint of tenderness.
As if only in this way, the missing place near his heart wouldn’t be so unbearable.
Suddenly, her lips tingled with pain, and Cyrus’s eyes darkened sharply as he gazed into Ann Vaughn’s wet, watery eyes, clearly filled with rejection and accusation.
Yet it only made him
want to fiercely dominate and overwhelm her.
"Ann Vaughn, looking at with such eyes, do you think I wouldn’t dare to handle you right here?" Cyrus slightly released her lips, which seed to be covered in a translucent sheen of lip balm, his voice low and dangerously alluring.
Ann Vaughn felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained, leaning weakly against the wall. Upon hearing this, her eyebrow jumped abruptly.
Right here?
He really wanted to kill her!
She had only been upset and sneaked away, and he wanted her life for it!
"Don’t think I’m really afraid of you! Cyrus Hawthorne, this is the ladies’ restroom, I don’t believe you would dare to do anything to here!"
Ann Vaughn stubbornly lifted her neck, her lips burning with pain, trying to ignore the fear in her heart and raising her voice to draw attention from others in the restroom.
"Heh." Cyrus saw through her little sche in one glance, his tongue carelessly clicking against his teeth, freeing a hand to fall on her waist, suddenly tightening.
He didn’t respond to Ann Vaughn’s provocation but returned each and every one of her provocations with the most practical actions.
Ann Vaughn anxiously stared at Cyrus as she saw his hand reaching for her neck. Instinctively thinking he intended to strangle her, she imdiately turned her head, dodging his hand, her eyes tightly shut in fear.
However, the anticipated strangling did not occur.
With her eyes closed, Ann Vaughn sensed sothing wrong, and as she opened one eye, she happened to miss the dark hue of turmoil rolling in the man’s eyes.
The next mont, the slightly heated lips and tongue, no longer cool, fell onto Ann Vaughn’s collarbone and fragrant shoulder like raindrops.
It was so hot that her heart trembled, her mind went blank.
In that mont of distraction, the fortress fell.
"Cyrus Hawthorne, let go,"
The woman’s voice, tinged with sobs, was particularly distinct in the vast, deathly silent restroom.
"Weren’t you not afraid of ? Before playing missing with , you should have been ntally prepared for punishnt." The man’s voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of empathy, with only a slight and barely noticeable restraint at the end.
After an unknown period, a phone rang in the cubicle.
Sutton Jennings erged from the main hall, just in ti to reach outside the restroom, frowning as he held up his phone.
Ann Vaughn’s phone never got answered, and though the news confird she helped Elder Saxon through a life-threatening situation, The Saxons wouldn’t give her trouble.
But Elder Saxon had just been sent to the hospital, and she had disappeared soon after, making it hard not to worry.
He shouldn’t have left the tea room entrance back then.
Sutton Jennings’ face turned cold, his hand clenching into a fist and pounding the wall beside him, a streak of blood trickling down.
Since he left his personal phone at Aurelia last ti, missing Ann Vaughn’s call for help, he had been filled with guilt, and even at risk, he’d carry his personal phone with him.
From now on, he would never be late concerning her matters.
The call went straight to the Yan Gate’s internal line, it was picked up almost imdiately, "Lord Shane, what are your orders?"
"Find soone within the Saxon Family’s territory," Sutton Jennings said, his face cold as he was about to provide Ann Vaughn’s details, when he saw a familiar figure erging from the restroom.
In his arms, he was carrying the very person he was looking for.
Cyrus naturally saw him too, recalling sothing, his thin lips curved into a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, the elongated corners of his eyes showing a hint of satisfaction.
Almost without needing words, it was already a posture of victory.
Sutton Jennings’ heart sank as he looked at the petite figure curled up in Cyrus’s arms, his steady expression montarily showing a crack.
"If President Hawthorne likes her, then treat her well, or else one day you will definitely regret it."
"No need for concern." Cyrus dropped a cold, indifferent reply, carrying the person in his arms as he stepped away.
In the parking lot.
Ann Vaughn hadn’t completely fainted, and as she struggled to open her eyes, she saw Cyrus carrying her toward the Maybach.
Suddenly recalling sothing, she pulled a thin hairpin from her hair and thrust it into the acupuncture point on his chest!
Cyrus’s arms trembled slightly, and Ann Vaughn took the opportunity to jump out of his embrace, her legs so weak that she collapsed onto the grass!
Luckily it was grass, so falling didn’t hurt.
"Ann, Vaughn!"
Ann Vaughn hastily straightened up, looking at Cyrus’s slightly astonished expression, finally feeling a bit relieved from the grievances she had suffered.
"I’m not going back with you, big liar!"
Ann Vaughn said angrily, intending to turn around and leave, but suddenly thought of sothing, and ca back to reach into Cyrus’s suit pocket.
Cyrus’s handso face turned slightly dark, his cold, narrow eyes locked onto the brazen little woman in front of him.
Ann Vaughn ignored his murderous gaze; after all, he couldn’t move for now, so he couldn’t do anything to her.
But the hairpin wasn’t as effective as a Golden Needle, the paralysis wouldn’t last long.
Today, her outfit left her nowhere to hide a Golden Needle, plus she thought Cyrus had gone abroad earlier, which made her careless.
Thinking like this, Ann Vaughn rummaged through Cyrus’s pocket, not finding his wallet in the coat strap, she reached into his lining to search.
Given how much he took advantage of her earlier, although there was no real action, what was wrong with her just feeling around!
That soft, slippery little hand ignited fires all over Cyrus’s body through the shirt layer, his eyes darkening abruptly, his teeth clenched, words squeezing out from between his teeth.
"Ann Vaughn, you’d better pray you don’t get caught by too soon!"
Otherwise, he wouldn’t let her off just with a few cries!
Ann Vaughn finally found his wallet, and hearing his words, she wasn’t afraid at all, taking a few bills from his wallet right in front of him.
"Rest assured, when it cos to hiding, I’ve never lost since I was a child." Ann Vaughn returned the wallet to his pocket, smiling proudly as she said this and left with the money.
Otherwise, she couldn’t have hidden from him under his nose for all these days.
But the apartnt she originally rented couldn’t be continued to live in; otherwise, she’d definitely be caught.
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