Caught off guard, Ann Vaughn’s soft lips touched the side of Cyrus Hawthorne’s face. He halted his steps, looking at her with deep, enigmatic eyes, "Not enough."
Luckily, these days she had managed to smooth over the Archfiend’s mood, gaining so thick-skinned experience. Ann Vaughn stood on tiptoe, aiming to kiss him on the side of his face again.
Who knew Cyrus Hawthorne would suddenly turn his head, and the kiss ant for his face landed unexpectedly on his thin lips.
Ann Vaughn: !!!
"You, you, you suddenly turned, why?!" Ann Vaughn’s cheeks turned red with embarrassnt and annoyance, stepping back a few paces, glaring at him fiercely with her eyes.
"I’m not Kenny." Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at her nonchalantly with his narrowed eyes, carrying the cake into the lounge.
What did he an?
Ann Vaughn puzzled over it, closed the door, and looked at the man who casually set down his coat and sat by the couch, suddenly understanding!
He ant he wasn’t as easy to appease as Kenny, right? Kissing on the face isn’t enough??
Damn!
Insatiable!
Ann Vaughn muttered a couple of complaints in her mind, then scampered over, watching Cyrus Hawthorne open the box and cut the coral velvet cake into eight equal pieces with a knife.
Those long fingers seed to asure automatically, as each slice of cake was exactly the sa size...
Wait!
Ann Vaughn suddenly changed her expression, quickly got up from the couch, ran to her first aid box, and got a porcelain bottle, before running back quickly.
"What were the security guards thinking, letting you in just like this!" Ann Vaughn poured out two pills, handing them to Cyrus Hawthorne with a gritted tone, "There are viruses everywhere here, what if you accidentally get infected?"
Earlier, she was too busy secretly being happy and almost forgot this matter!
Although since she arrived, every day she had people burn disinfecting herbs near the little building to prevent the virus from spreading through the air or other ways.
But he not only hugged her just now, she also accidentally kissed his lips!
What if he got infected...
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s anxious look, biting her teeth in tension, and the two pills in her fair palm, Cyrus Hawthorne slightly bowed his head, taking the pills with her hand, and put them in his mouth.
Ann Vaughn was montarily stunned.
"Have so cake first." After taking the pills, Cyrus Hawthorne held Ann Vaughn’s small hand, pulling her to sit down, appearing calm and unperturbed, without the slightest awareness of a possible plague infection.
Perhaps he was aware.
Only, because the person in front of him was her, even if he were to be infected, it probably wouldn’t matter.
"Still eating cake? There’s a patient with an epidemic here, for two days now they’ve swapped out two shifts of virus-free caregivers! Do you even know—"
"Didn’t you say the dinner wasn’t tasty and you couldn’t eat it?" Cyrus Hawthorne calmly interrupted her agitated words, spearing a small piece of cake with a fork, stuffing it into her chattering little mouth, "How’s the cake taste?"
Probably due to trying the dicine these two days, affecting her taste, Ann Vaughn didn’t have much appetite when eating, now her mouth felt astringent.
The sweet and tangy cake lted in her mouth, soft in texture, with a hint of fruity aroma, sweet but not greasy, and the tanginess just right.
"Delicious." Ann Vaughn’s eyes brightened, completely forgetting what she was about to say, she opened her mouth again for another bite of cake from Cyrus Hawthorne.
No doubt, although the Black Swan was expensive, it was worth it...
Unknowingly, as Cyrus Hawthorne fed her slice after slice, Ann Vaughn ended up eating more than half of the cake by herself.
Looking at the box with only two slices left, and the hint of a smile in Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes, Ann Vaughn suddenly fell silent.
No way, was she really tempted by a piece of cake?!
"Ahem, the fruit in this variety of cake is tasty, is it a new product at the Black Swan store?" Ann Vaughn feigned nonchalance, coughing to change the topic.
"Yes." Cyrus Hawthorne put down the fork in his hand, explaining in a mild tone, "A variety produced in tropical forests overseas, white fragrance."
And because of its limited production, it is mostly transported to various countries’ Royal Families, only Royal Family mbers are able to taste it.
"The na is nice too." Ann Vaughn’s eyes brightened even more, "Can you buy it at the supermarket?"
Cyrus Hawthorne raised his eyes to look at her, seeing the look of joyful anticipation on her face, "No" was at the tip of his tongue, then he said, "Yes."
Ann Vaughn was satisfied as she picked up a slice of cake and continued to eat.
After half an hour, Ann Vaughn saw that it was about ti, took Cyrus Hawthorne’s pulse, drew his blood for testing, and found out he hadn’t been infected, which finally made her breathe a sigh of relief.
He had previously been infected by a virus once, so Ann Vaughn had to be cautious.
But...
"How did you get infected with the virus before?" Ann Vaughn handed the test results to Cyrus Hawthorne, asking in confusion.
Cyrus Hawthorne narrowed his eyes, "Rember that ti you were kidnapped by Orion Hawthorne?"
"Of course, I’ll never forget it in this lifeti!" Ann Vaughn was furious at the mory, she almost got burned to ashes in the cabin!
But the reason it was unforgettable wasn’t that, it was the words Cyrus Hawthorne said to her at the ti.
If living isn’t possible, then let’s die together...
"Orion Hawthorne hired a scientific research team to conduct secret live experints in order to research a virus that can cause death silently." Cyrus Hawthorne calmly narrated, his voice level and tranquil, "Unluckily, I was the first one infected."
And also the last one.
After Orion Hawthorne was arrested, his financial support gone, the team soon fell apart, and those semi-finished viruses that should have been destroyed were sohow left behind by soone.
Even spread all over the world...
"So you established the research institute to develop an antidote, was it actually to cure the virus in your body?" Ann Vaughn pondered, then thought that wasn’t right, "But I saw over dozens of virus reagents in the research institute’s reagent warehouse!"
It was because of this that she always thought there was sothing fishy about Cyrus Hawthorne founding the institute, and MX plan was even more dangerous.
She hadn’t brought it up, but she had been keeping an eye on forum news, discovering that no virus outbreaks had occurred since, guessing Cyrus Hawthorne must have changed his mind.
But, those viruses that hard so many innocent lives before, were they really spread by QY Research Institute?
If it were before, Ann Vaughn might have believed so without doubt, but now, she always felt that Cyrus Hawthorne wasn’t soone who would do such things.
Hearing her doubts, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t answer that question, just smiled richly, "You just need to know, as long as you stay obediently by my side, that plan will never be initiated, and that is enough."
After saying that, a glimr of sharp light flashed in Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes, disappearing in an instant.
Was he threatening her, or coaxing her?
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