She once longed for the gentle love of a mother, the silent love of a father, but as she was constantly neglected and cold-shouldered by the Vaughn Family, it gradually wore away, leaving nothing behind.
Those ethereal things, it’s better not to have too high expectations, so as not to get hurt.
"Mm," watching her pretend to be indifferent, still forcing a smile, Cyrus Hawthorne’s Adam’s apple moved, he cupped her face with both hands, his voice low, "I’m here."
Ann Vaughn’s cold heart slightly trembled, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne’s serious expression that didn’t seem fake, suddenly pursed her lips and laughed, "You said it, boyfriend."
Upon hearing the three words, the great President Hawthorne’s face darkened, as if his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "Still boyfriend after so long?"
"What else?" Ann Vaughn blinked her eyes, shook her wrist, and looked at him amusingly, "Do you think a ring can buy ? Don’t even think about it!"
Does she look like soone so easy to coax??
After speaking Ann Vaughn turned her body, ran out the door as if escaping, like afraid of being caught by him again.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes swept a hint of helplessness, knowing it would be like this, he might as well have told her at that ti that they hadn’t actually divorced, saving himself the status of boyfriend.
There will be a ti when she’ll cry and call him husband.
After pondering for a mont, Cyrus Hawthorne returned to normal, followed out the door.
It was only until evening fell that Ann Vaughn reluctantly left the old house with Cyrus Hawthorne and returned to the car.
"I always feel there’s sothing strange about the old house, it doesn’t quite match up with my mories." Ann Vaughn pulled the seatbelt over with a face of lancholy, pondering with tightly knitted brows.
Upon hearing this Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, then answered nonchalantly, "It’s been a long ti, who can guarantee their mory is completely intact."
"Is that so..." Though he said so, the doubt in Ann Vaughn’s heart didn’t lessen, she simply couldn’t think of anything, lowered her head and fastened the seatbelt.
"Thunk—"
Just at the mont Ann Vaughn lowered her head, suddenly a strong force pulled her shoulder back, she involuntarily fell back.
Right after, a silver-black shadow shot in from outside the car window like breaking through air, almost grazing the position of her heart, leaving a smoking bullet mark where she had just been sitting!
"Ouch..." Ann Vaughn gasped sharply, covering the spot where the bullet just grazed and caused a faint pain, her forehead also seeped with fine sweat.
She endured the pain and raised the car window, her face turning pale.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression changed abruptly, removed her hand covering the wound, pulled down her collar to look, seeing the patch of tender skin red and swollen, his brows carried a few streaks of baleful air, "Let’s leave here first."
"Okay." Ann Vaughn pursed her lips tightly, stared at the red wound for a mont, suddenly thought of sothing, reached into the decorative pocket of her shirt, and took out an amulet.
That was given to her by Kenny before she went to Eland.
Ann Vaughn looked at the scratch mark left by the bullet on the amulet, her face turned unsightly as she glanced towards the dense pine forest outside the car window, "If not for this amulet, I might have been dead."
It ached so badly just being impacted by the bullet, imagining if it hit her body...
The re thought is chilling.
"There’s dicine in the box." Cyrus Hawthorne dropped a succinct sentence, his cold and sharp ink-colored eyes glanced at the movents in the rear-view mirror, then turned the steering wheel sharply.
"Bang," several bullets hit the car door in succession, leaving only shallow bullet marks.
This car is completely remodeled, and its bulletproof function is top-notch, as long as the windows are not lowered, no matter how capable those people are, they can’t do anything to the people inside.
But Ann Vaughn was in no state to apply dicine at this ti, the intense collision sounds occasionally hitting the car body, her mind in chaos and tension spun rapidly.
"Take that small road on the left, it’ll help us leave this forest quickly!"
Her voice had barely fallen when Cyrus Hawthorne turned and sped up the small road on the left, then accelerated, the car tail swung freely and disappeared like a phantom at the entrance.
Sitting in the car, Ann Vaughn felt the car speed rising faster and faster, along with her heart almost leaping out of her chest, thumping wildly.
It seed even the slightest loss of focus could cause her to fly out of her seat.
"I wronged Wilder Sheridan!" The sentence slipped out, Ann Vaughn imdiately closed her mouth, forcibly holding back the sour feeling churning in her stomach, didn’t let herself make any sound, to avoid affecting Cyrus Hawthorne.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes, cold and fierce like a beast, slightly narrowed, but didn’t dwell on the aning behind her words at this mont, said to her sternly, "Hold on tight."
Ann Vaughn imdiately gripped the edge of her seat, who knew the next second she perceived the car suddenly soaring into the air, the window brushed against the edges of a few pine trees rapidly, reflecting her shocked little face.
"Boom!!"
At the mont the car landed, behind them ca an ear-piercing and terrifying explosion sound, the rumbling and shaking transmitted from the ground to inside the car!
The front was filled with rising dust, difficult to discern the precise path.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but squeeze tight her sweat, but Cyrus Hawthorne seed completely unbothered, intuitively preventing the car from tilting the slightest, steadily accelerating the drive.
Yet it wasn’t over, the successive ground explosions causing trembling made Ann Vaughn’s already sore and uncomfortable stomach feel like it was being churned by a knife, the urge to vomit unbearable, no matter how she rubbed the acupressure points it didn’t help.
Especially the faint prickly pain from her abdon, which added to her anxiety.
Just then, a soft muffled grunt mixed with the burst and bullet-wind sounds reached her ears, Ann Vaughn imdiately turned to look at Cyrus Hawthorne, her brows tightly knitted.
His complexion didn’t look good, from the sweat dripping down his refined eyebrows to his tightly drawn jaw, then pooling and falling.
It was like he was suppressing so kind of pain, and thus those narrow eyes carried intense wrath and arrogance.
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, mories of his low body temperature earlier at the old house and his wounded appearance flashed in her mind.
Could it be, his body hadn’t fully healed?
But why, when she took his pulse, nothing suspicious was found?
As this thought rose, Ann Vaughn saw Cyrus Hawthorne glance over at her, his expression suddenly changed.
Following his gaze, she looked forward, her eyes suddenly widening to the maximum, staring terrified at the car coming straight from the right lane crashing towards her position!
Ann Vaughn’s brain suddenly beca a void, her clear eyes reflecting the vicious remnants of the vehicle shadow, about to hit her location...
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