Mark Joyce felt the oppressive gaze from Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes and couldn’t help but curse silently, thinking it was a terrible idea.
Originally, he wanted to call for Miss Vaughn to help out as a savior, but it backfired and added fuel to the fire...
Now they’re in trouble!
"Cian." Ann Vaughn didn’t even look at the bloodied person lying on the ground; her eyes went straight to Cyrus Hawthorne. She held her stomach with one hand and pursed her little lips, saying, "I’m so hungry."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes, shadowed with gloom, paused slightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t speak.
Seeing he didn’t reply, Ann Vaughn, enticed by the extrely alluring aroma in the air, felt her stomach grumble, "I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Kung Pao Chicken, Sweet and Sour Fish..."
These were all dishes the Hawthorne Family’s chef was preparing tonight.
Laura Quinn: "..."
Mark Joyce: "..."
A look of helplessness crossed Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyebrows. He then released the shards from his fingertips, nonchalantly wiped them with a handkerchief, and stood up to walk toward her, "Let’s go."
"Where to?" Ann Vaughn blinked her eyes and asked.
"To eat."
Ann Vaughn imdiately bead with joy and followed him excitedly.
Realizing the crisis was averted, Mark Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that Henry Quinn was still being punished, he quickly followed and asked, "President Hawthorne, what about Henry Quinn..."
"Throw him out of the Hawthorne Family, eyesore." The man coldly dropped this line, then left with Ann Vaughn.
Mark Joyce: "..." He pretended not to know that the rule that no one can alter the Hawthorne Family’s principles was set by the BOSS.
Laura Quinn also had a complex look, almost grinding her teeth to dust.
To think that she had been pleading here tirelessly, sacrificing her dignity, but to him, it was all in vain. Ann Vaughn only needed to say she was hungry to change his mind?
How biased is that!??
...
The Hawthorne Manor, in a dining room with a classic and unique decor.
It wasn’t until she sat down, looking at the table full of exquisitely plated delicacies, that Ann Vaughn realized how impulsive her earlier actions were.
But there was no helping it. Mark Joyce had been signaling for help continuously, and she just happened to catch a whiff of the rich aroma in the air; in a pinch, she used that as an excuse.
She hadn’t expected he would actually bring her to eat...
Ann Vaughn bit into the sweet and sour ribs, covertly sneaking a glance at Cyrus Hawthorne, who was dining leisurely at the main seat, unable to tell if anything was wrong with him.
"Is it nice to look at?" Cyrus Hawthorne asked without lifting his eyes.
"Nice!" Ann Vaughn nodded instinctively, then realized and imdiately coughed, "No, I didn’t an to flirt with you..."
"Crash!"
The sound of a dish falling to the ground suddenly interrupted Ann Vaughn, making her turn her head in surprise. She saw the servant serving dishes standing there in a panic, with a face stricken as if facing a dire enemy.
"Family, Family Head, I, I didn’t an it, please don’t kick out!"
The other servants nearby dared not speak, holding their breath and lowering their heads in silent fear.
Ann Vaughn found it odd why they looked so terrified; Cyrus Hawthorne wasn’t so terrible monster, and she, so pretty, couldn’t possibly be.
In the tense and stagnating atmosphere of the dining room, Ann Vaughn’s voice suddenly broke the heavy silence, "Um... your hand got cut by the shards."
She was referring to the person serving the dishes just now. The blood from his hand had dripped onto the floor, yet he remained motionless, which seed inexplicable to her.
Could it be that this person had no sensation?
The person began trembling more vigorously, bowing his head low, not daring to lift it for a mont.
The man sitting at the main seat, dining quietly, cast a narrow glance at Ann Vaughn, then looked at those servants, speaking in a deep voice, "Clean it up and leave."
"Yes... yes!" The servant who dropped the dish was filled with disbelief and ecstatic joy, hurriedly cleaning the ss and quickly leaving the dining room.
For so reason, the servants who had once looked down on Ann Vaughn for having a al in the Hawthorne Family’s dining room now looked at her differently.
No one had ever made a mistake in the Hawthorne Family and left without any punishnt and still stayed there.
This... was the first ti.
Ann Vaughn didn’t know this detail nor had the energy to know because when she glanced in that direction, her face was forcibly turned back to Cyrus Hawthorne.
The cool palm pressed against her skin, bringing an inexplicable shiver.
"What is it?" Ann Vaughn looked at him puzzled.
"Is he more pleasing to look at than ?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes half-squinted, his cold face leaning a bit closer to her, "You’ve been looking at him longer than at , hmm?"
Ann Vaughn: !!! No, why is he calculating this??
The servants, who had just set the dishes on the table and were about to leave the dining room, almost dropped their jaws hearing that line, walking in a disorderly manner.
The cold, ruthless Family Head, who distanced himself from won... had he been swapped??
"Of course, you’re more pleasing!" Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes darted, and she blurted out: "If you were standing in front of , even if the world’s handso guys were all before , I guarantee I’d not spare them a glance!"
As soon as she said this, a hint of amusent flashed in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes. He bent down and lightly bit her lips, "Did you sar honey on your little mouth?"
"Who sared honey? We girls are naturally the embodint of honey!" Ann Vaughn, confident and righteous, puffed up her chest.
"Is that so? Let taste." With those words, Cyrus Hawthorne pressed his lips against her red lips again. Unlike the previous brief touch, this ti, he was savoring slowly.
When it ca to kissing skills, no matter how many tis Ann Vaughn counterattacked, she could never match his skillful understanding.
Each ti, she was the one getting kissed breathless, her lips swollen, clothes slightly disheveled, while he remained utterly composed, without a single wrinkle on him.
Just as Ann Vaughn was secretly disgruntled, she heard a voice of both embarrassnt and annoyance from the dining room, "Sorry, sorry, I ca to the wrong place!"
The familiar voice instantly snapped Ann Vaughn out, and she reflexively pushed away from Cyrus Hawthorne, then buried her head into his embrace!
"Ah ah ah, brother, don’t glare at ! How was I supposed to know you were so wild! Hugging sister-in-law in the dining room and then—" Bella Hawthorne was dying of embarrassnt, her hands covering her eyes yet secretly leaving a gap to peek, daring not to look at her brother and sister-in-law.
She’s still a kid! Why show her such a steamy scene?!
Moreover! Her brother, known for being an iceberg, actually has such a passionate side?
Sister-in-law’s lips are all swollen, tsk.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips, slightly reddened by Ann Vaughn’s retaliatory nipping, his narrow eyes cold as volcanic magma, as if they could lt the two of them.
And his top button, which he always fastened ticulously, was loosened by two notches, revealing two sensual collarbone lines, making the whole person irresistibly desirable.
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