Ann Vaughn was infuriated.
For two days, she didn’t speak to Cyrus Hawthorne and even had Little Dumpling return both the pink diamond and Jade Ring.
Just at that mont, Bella Hawthorne had so free ti, so the two arranged to go shopping.
But as they shopped, Ann Vaughn noticed sothing peculiar about Bella Hawthorne.
"Vera, weren’t you in intensive training recently?" Ann Vaughn asked with curious eyes, watching Bella Hawthorne’s enthusiastic deanor, "How co you’re talking about marriage?"
Throughout this walk, the questions she had about marriage were already close to twenty.
If this isn’t a springti awakening, what is?
Bella Hawthorne was taken aback, "Cough-cough, no, sis-in-law, it’s just that the script I took on lately has so scenes like that, but I don’t have anyone I’m fond of, so I’ve never fantasized about such a situation..."
Ann Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief; the entertainnt industry is deep, and she was quite worried Bella Hawthorne might be fooled by so young star.
She didn’t notice that as Bella Hawthorne said "don’t have anyone I’m fond of," her eyes wandered, and after hearing the explanation, Ann thoughtfully considered it.
"Actually saying, as long as that person is him, you wouldn’t mind what the wedding is like usually has a bit of settling for less," Ann Vaughn smiled and said, "Which girl doesn’t hope for a romantic yet unique wedding?"
"Sis-in-law, what would you like?" Bella Hawthorne asked curiously.
Ann Vaughn thought for a mont, described simply, then reached out and tapped Bella Hawthorne’s forehead, "But these are secondary; the man waiting for you at the end of the road truly loves you, and you love him, that’s when the wedding is complete."
Bella Hawthorne seed to understand half of it.
"Alright, we’ve been shopping for so long, we’re tired, let’s go sit for a while at the ice cream shop up front."
Bella Hawthorne was just about to follow when she suddenly clutched her abdon, painfully saying to Ann Vaughn, "Sis-in-law, my stomach hurts a bit, I’ll go to the restroom and co back soon!"
Ann Vaughn nodded, "Then I’ll wait for you up front."
Today’s temperature is high, eating ice cream shouldn’t be illegal, right?
After placing her order, Ann Vaughn went to sit at an empty spot, lifting her gaze just in ti to et eyes with a woman coming from the fashion store across.
"Oh, isn’t this Mrs. Hawthorne?" Beatrice Strong, carrying several exquisite packages, walked over, eyes with sarcasm as she scanned Ann Vaughn, "How co you’ve fallen to the point of eating in a place like this?"
"Oh my, what are you talking about, she’s long since not Mrs. Hawthorne, okay?" One of Beatrice Strong’s companions behind her laughed and joined in.
Ann Vaughn: ?
What did these ice creams do to deserve such insult!?
Beatrice Strong chuckled at her companion’s tease, covering her mouth as she laughed uncontrollably, "That’s true, her status now is different from before, can’t enter those upscale places anymore, only fit to spend in these small places."
"What’s wrong with you guys?" Ann Vaughn coldly looked at them, "This ice cream isn’t worse than anyone else’s, you haven’t even tasted it yourself, how do you just know it’s less than others’?"
Beatrice Strong and her companion were stunned.
No, they were mocking her, not the ice cream!
The store attendant heard Ann Vaughn’s words and imdiately said, "Our ice cream does have room for improvent, but everyone who eats it says it’s good, their first choice is also our store. You two young ladies haven’t tasted it yourself and just made a casual judgnt, that’s not quite right, is it?"
"What do you an by small place, are these two ladies coming from the palace? Looking down on who?"
"Judging by their attire, they should be so rich girls; their manners are truly on par."
"If the place feels small, then just get lost, who cares if you co to spend here."
The people around discussed extensively, causing Beatrice Strong and her companion’s faces to turn red, not out of embarrassnt but anger.
Beatrice Strong felt frustrated, no wonder Miya always showed a helpless expression difficult to articulate whenever she ntioned this woman.
Ann Vaughn with just a few words had caused public outrage; how shallow could her mind be?!
"Ann Vaughn, you just wait!" Remaining here any longer would only be humiliating, Beatrice Strong left this remark and stord off.
Soon, the attendant brought Ann Vaughn the ice cream she’d ordered, along with a complentary fresh milk ice cream scoop.
"This is a gift, thanking you for speaking on behalf of the store earlier, wish you a pleasant al."
Ann Vaughn was slightly surprised, then smiled and thanked the attendant.
Bella Hawthorne returned from the restroom, and Ann Vaughn had nearly finished her ice cream.
"Considering you need to control your weight, I didn’t order ice cream for you; this is..." Before finishing the sentence, Ann Vaughn looked at Bella Hawthorne, who sat down silently across from her, slightly puzzled.
For so reason, at this mont, Bella Hawthorne gave Ann Vaughn a sowhat inexplicable odd feeling...
"Vera?" Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows, thinking she might be unwell, reached out to take her pulse, but unexpectedly, she dodged directly!
As if a subconscious reaction from her body, after doing so Bella Hawthorne realized her overreaction; she paused for a second and nodded slightly at Ann Vaughn, "Sorry, I was thinking."
Ann Vaughn furrowed her delicate brows tighter, looking at her suspiciously.
It was indeed Bella Hawthorne, but why... did she feel so unfamiliar?
But upon closer inspection, aside from a hint of vigilance in her eyes and her mannerisms being sowhat unusually... elegant, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong.
Ann Vaughn attributed her strangeness to her not feeling well, pushing the tray towards her, "Didn’t you continuously say you wanted to eat this? I ordered two sugar-free ones for you."
"Thank you... sis-in-law," Bella Hawthorne nodded, hesitated for two seconds, and then picked up one of the cakes with honey beans.
The honey bean cake had a soft, glutinous texture, though sugar-free, it actually had a slight sweetness.
Bella Hawthorne paused the motion, a trace of micro-light flowing through her almond eyes.
So... this is the taste?
The quantity of two honey bean cakes, while a lot, was a re trifle for Bella Hawthorne, who could eat three at once.
But today, Bella Hawthorne didn’t even finish one.
Moreover, she even forgot the way ho, driving to what seed like nowhere.
Ann Vaughn worried she’d forget her apartnt’s door lock password, so she followed her upstairs, seeing everything normal before reluctantly leaving her.
Returning to the apartnt, Ann Vaughn imdiately made a phone call to Sherry.
"The way you put it, it is quite strange..." Sherry contemplatively said, "But it’s also understandable. Think about it; Vera went through such an ordeal before, inevitably leaving psychological scars, and these traumas can’t heal quickly."
"If her change is too abrupt, you might need to be cautious about whether she has any ntal issues."
Ann Vaughn pondered, "Her recent change is indeed dramatic, I think... as if it started when she ca out of her intensive training."
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