Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes unconsciously widened, and she looked at him with feigned calmness: "What am I feeling guilty about?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curled into a half-smile as he gazed at her for a long ti, seemingly trying to discern the reason for her guilt from her face.
Beside them, Cynthia Vaughn bit her lip and watched as the two, oblivious to others, held hands, almost biting through her teeth!
Without thinking, she walked forward and hooked Cyrus’s other arm, saying coyly, "Cian, since sister doesn’t want to, don’t force her. She knows dicine herself and probably doesn’t care to have another doctor examine her."
Moreover, that bitch has a reason she absolutely doesn’t dare let the Hawthorne family’s private doctor examine her for.
Cyrus’s gaze slightly dimd, and with a low "hmm" escaping his throat, he let go of Ann Vaughn’s wrist.
Although Cynthia’s words were barbed, they allowed Ann to breathe a sigh of relief, hastily turning to leave.
If she stayed any longer, she really couldn’t guarantee that Cyrus wouldn’t find out sothing.
She had clearly hidden it so well, not revealing a single flaw.
It seems that in the future, she’ll have to be even more careful around him.
Ann walked out of the Hawthorne family gates with her thoughts in turmoil, when suddenly a car horn blared from the front.
She looked up and saw Sutton Jennings, dressed in all black, standing beside a sleek black off-road motorcycle.
It was as if he was about to blend into the night.
She was slightly startled, then quickly walked over, "What are you doing here?"
"Just passing by." Sutton’s gaze scanned her quickly, only drawing back after confirming she was fine, "If you’re heading back to The Water Terrace, I’m going that way."
Upon hearing this, Ann didn’t delve deeper into why he was here so late at night, her bright eyes curving into a smile, "Then thank you."
She was just worried about where to catch a cab.
Sutton’s lips curled into a faint smile, which quickly faded away.
When the bike stopped below The Water Terrace, Ann returned the black helt to Sutton, her heart still racing.
"This is the first ti in my life riding this kind of bike," Ann gasped lightly, dimples appearing beside her lips, "Thank you for bringing back. I’ll find ti to visit the little one tomorrow, has he been obediently taking his dicine these days?"
"Yes, he’s a bit afraid of ." Sutton nodded slightly, slowly placing the helt away, two buttons open on his shirt revealing a small patch of slightly pale chest.
If he wore glasses to hide those enchanting eyes,
he would have an aura so calm and reserved that Ann would instinctively treat him with the respect akin to an elder.
"I think rather than fear, the little one probably admires you more." Ann smiled, waved goodbye, and ran towards the elevator.
Sutton was still slightly stunned, staring at the closed elevator doors for a long ti, before suddenly laughing.
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Ever since her body was damaged by contraceptives, Ann tried to avoid taking dicine if she could, only using a few needles on herself and sleeping through the night until the fever subsided.
She routinely didn’t eat the dicinal als Auntie Golding prepared daily under Cyrus Hawthorne’s orders.
Ann gently stroked her abdon, her gaze unbelievably soft.
This child was much stronger than she had imagined, surviving such dangerous situations and not being taken away from her side.
"Baby, this ti both mommy and daddy protected you together."
Even though your daddy doesn’t know, and might never accept your existence, as long as mommy is here, no one can take you away from mommy.
Not even your daddy.
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