Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes held a faint smile, "Then why are you asking?"
Ann Vaughn’s voice imdiately softened, "Because Miyi Yates has a marriage contract with soone now, who knows if that person will help her."
Upon hearing this, Cyrus raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand, and pinched Ann’s cheek. His deep, magnetic voice carried a dangerous undertone, "Do you think she’s worth offending my fiancée for her?"
Though clearly a warning, in Ann’s ears it made the little person in her heart flutter.
However, before Ann could feel smug, her soft lips were punished with a bite from Cyrus!
"Ah!" Ann cried out in pain, her eyes reddened, glaring fiercely at Cyrus, "Why did you bite ?"
Cyrus rubbed the bite mark on her lips with his slightly rough thumb, his narrow eyes growing darker, his voice hoarse beyond asure, "You think I would just bite you once?"
Ann Vaughn: ???
"Wait... mmph mmph!" Before Ann could resist, she was already pulled into Cyrus’s embrace, her lips and tongue defenseless.
Mark Joyce, driving in the front seat, blushed and raised the divider, covering his nose with one hand.
Oh my, who can endure this.
By the ti they returned to Bamboo Creek Villa, Ann’s lips were red and swollen, as bright as freshly ripe fruit, and anyone could guess what she’d just been through.
Thus, Ann was once again rcilessly teased by Susie Somrs.
"I’m just curious why your man didn’t just swallow you whole, considering he had the restraint to send you back."
Ann, embarrassed, pushed her away to get her slippers, "He had to get back to the company for a eting. What’s your mind filled with, such improper thoughts? By the way, where’s Vera White?"
"She went back to the set." At this, Susie’s expression suddenly turned a bit weird, "Annie, there’s sothing, I wonder if it’s just my imagination?"
"What?"
"Don’t you find sotis Bella seems... like a different person?"
If Susie hadn’t ntioned it, Ann would have almost forgotten about this matter.
She stared blankly for a mont, finally speaking after a while, "Why would you think that?"
"Just this morning, I intended to help her with her dicine, but she coldly said no, even uttered ’n and won should not touch each other’... when I heard that, I nearly fainted." Susie shivered in horror.
It was so bad, Susie didn’t dare stay in the sa space with Bella and hid next door.
Later, when Bella knocked on her door after ordering takeout, Susie didn’t dare make a sound, trembling under her bedcovers.
Ann looked at Susie in astonishnt, "She said ’n and won should not touch each other’?"
The mory of Bella’s unusual behavior that day during their shopping trip ca back to Ann.
If it wasn’t just her imagination, could it be...
"Annie, do you think Bella might have a split personality?" Susie guessed, "But is it possible to split into a male personality?"
Ann furrowed her brow, "It’s theoretically possible, and Bella... she has been through so things. A split personality due to intense trauma isn’t impossible."
But the current question is, is Bella really just simply experiencing dissociation?
"Let’s pretend we don’t know for now, and tell Bella when the ti is right." Ann thought for a mont, then said to Susie.
It’s possible Bella herself doesn’t know.
Susie nodded, "That sounds good."
Just as Kenny finished drawing and ca out to pour himself so milk, he overheard their conversation, his eyes bright like stars, darting around.
But sohow, he felt that his little aunt didn’t have split personalities.
Yet compared to split personalities, his guesses seed even more far-fetched, so it was best not to speak up and cause his mom unnecessary panic.
"Mommy." Little Dumpling took small steps and ran to Ann Vaughn excitedly, "Your treasure has concocted a new hotpot base, it slls amazing, perfect to reward hardworking mommy after a long day!"
Ann hugged his small body, teasing him, "You just want to eat hotpot, don’t you, you little glutton. How many days has it been?"
"Little Kenny has resorted to all kinds of tactics for hotpot." Susie pinched Little Dumpling’s cheek, finding its texture delightful, much like freshly made pudding cake.
Little Dumpling wouldn’t admit it, snuggling up to Ann’s neck and refusing to let go.
Ann happily held him, walking towards the kitchen.
Just then, the television in the living room started broadcasting a piece of international news.
"X Country’s elite poured huge investnts into the luxury cruise ship — the Tourmaline, which days ago suffered over a thousand cases of food poisoning, leading to over ten unfortunate deaths, marking it as the most severe cruise incident in history, thus permanently shut down."
"It is reported that luckily, thousands were saved thanks to the international Divine Doctor Miss Aquarelle, who was aboard at the ti. However, our station has been unable to contact Miss Aquarelle for an interview."
"Surveillance investigations revealed that the mass poisoning was due to deliberate food contamination, aid at killing all aristocrats on board the cruise. The masterminds behind this are still being traced..."
Intended to kill all the aristocrats on board?
Ann furrowed her brows, recalling the scenes on the Tourmaline that day.
Impossible.
The culprits were not only intent on murder, they also wanted to ensure zero traces by sinking the Tourmaline, losing it to the vast sea.
If Cyrus hadn’t been on that ship at the ti, with the captain poisoned and no one to steer the cruise, who knows what would have happened.
Who could it be, going to such lengths to drag everyone aboard the cruise into this disaster?
Was it Godfather Carson, Eas, or soone else?
"Mommy?" Kenny noticed Ann spacing out and called out in his tender voice.
Mommy must be thinking about what happened on the Tourmaline again.
After the incident, all surveillance on the Tourmaline was destroyed, but he still managed to retrieve so useful clues.
But until he discovered the truth, Kenny didn’t want to unnecessarily add to Ann’s worries.
"It’s nothing, Mommy’s just curious about what the Tourmaline is like." Ann coughed lightly, not ntioning that she went on a business trip, which was indeed on the Tourmaline.
Otherwise, Little Dumpling would probably get anxious again.
...
anwhile, at Bella Hawthorne’s apartnt.
In the kitchen ca the sounds of chopping vegetables and water boiling in a pot. Miles Yarrow
Gradually, a rich aroma of food began wafting out from the kitchen.
Bella Hawthorne, tied with a little yellow duck apron, was pouring the chopped vegetables into the pot and stir-frying them with fluid ease, her actions seamless.
Soon, a lavish three-dish, one-soup al adorned the table, looking and slling as enticing as it could be.
As Bella sat at the dining table, she unintentionally glanced at a sticky note on the calendar and casually tore it down to read.
[Eat less! Eat less! I need to maintain my figure to be cara-ready!!]
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