Stanley Sheridan moved her long hair behind the backrest, picked up the scissors from the table, and began trimming the ends.
"Your brother and Wilder hated getting haircuts when they were young, so they always deliberately grew their hair out, waiting for to have the ti to cut it for them." Stanley Sheridan spoke nostalgically, "Back then, I wondered if I would ever get the chance to cut your hair too."
Since she was facing away from him, Ann Vaughn had no idea what his expression was like at this mont.
But she could feel strands of tenderness in his tone.
Ann Vaughn’s dense eyelashes trembled slightly. She was silent for a long ti before speaking in the midst of the soft snipping sounds, "I was quite mischievous as a child, and long hair was too cumberso, so Grandpa always helped cut it short."
Stanley Sheridan was rely speaking to himself, not expecting Ann Vaughn to respond, as she still held so grudges against him and rarely spoke to him.
Hearing her reply unexpectedly, a surge of uncontrollable excitent rose in his heart.
"Why didn’t you keep short hair afterward?" Stanley Sheridan held back his fatherly feelings and asked calmly.
"Hmm..." Ann Vaughn thought for a while, "Later, I t Cyrus Hawthorne, and one night I couldn’t sleep, so I begged him to watch a movie with . It was called ’Tangled.’ At that ti, I thought the long-haired princess in the movie was very beautiful, so I started growing my hair long."
Actually, it was because after watching the movie, Ann Vaughn’s imagination ran wild, and she convinced herself that one day she would be locked in a tower with no way out.
Because of this, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep for an entire night.
Cyrus Hawthorne not only didn’t laugh at her fanciful thoughts but also stayed with her to think of a solution.
Ann Vaughn could clearly rember Cyrus Hawthorne’s gentle expression at that ti, but she just couldn’t recall his last words.
"Bang!"
The table was suddenly slamd hard by soone!
Ann Vaughn turned her head in surprise to see Stanley Sheridan gritting his teeth for so unknown reason, but still forcing a smile.
"There was a fly, and I was afraid it would land on you, so I killed it."
Ann Vaughn suspected nothing and turned her head back.
Stanley Sheridan continued trimming with a dark expression.
Damn Hawthorne brat!
His daughter was just a few years old at the ti, and he dared to cling to her at night!
Just a lone man and woman, utterly inappropriate!
Driven by his parental bias, Stanley Sheridan directly ignored the fact that it was Ann Vaughn who clung to Cyrus Hawthorne and laid all the bla on Cyrus Hawthorne.
Ann Vaughn had no idea what he was thinking. After considering for a long ti, she asked, "Did the Lockwood Family and our family have any past grudges?"
The phrase "our family" instantly filled Stanley Sheridan’s heart with comfort.
However, at the ntion of the Lockwood Family, Stanley Sheridan’s face darkened.
"The Lockwood Family and we have had grudges for a long ti, but they are all old matters now." Stanley Sheridan said, "The Lockwood Family has always been ruthless, willing to do anything to achieve their goals, but they are also a family of pharmacists, so many people are wary of them."
"Oh." Ann Vaughn nodded, "Then I’d better avoid them if I see them in the future."
A family of pharmacists... not your average trouble.
Stanley Sheridan combed through the trimd ends of her hair and then said, "No need to avoid them, you are the daughter of the Sheridan Family. Even if you poked a hole in the sky, we’ll cover it for you. By the way... don’t take to heart what Kevin Sheridan said. Whether or not you are a daughter of the Sheridan Family is not for outsiders to judge."
"Only the Lockwood Family, who can’t keep their secrets, always like to judge others by themselves..." He realized he was losing himself and stopped before finishing.
Layers of brilliance flickered in Ann Vaughn’s eyes and a smile curled her lips, "Thank you, Dad, I know."
Stanley Sheridan’s hand holding the scissors froze as his mind blanked out, even forgetting how to use the scissors.
Uncle Vance and a few maids stood by the flower bed watching the courtyard, feeling increasingly warm by the scene before them.
"The master has finally fulfilled his wish. He used to complain that cutting the young master’s hair was prickly."
"You reminded ; the master apparently never cut Janelle Lynch’s hair. And she cried for a long ti because of that."
"The young lady’s hair looks so black and smooth. Losing a single strand makes regretful, and Kevin Sheridan actually cut a handful!"
While they were muttering, Uncle Vance noticed Cyrus Hawthorne approaching with Little Dumpling and imdiately greeted them.
"Good morning, Mr. Hawthorne, young master Kenny."
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, "Morning. Is Annie outside?"
"Yes, the master is cutting young miss’s hair."
Just after finishing the sentence, Ann Vaughn walked over from the courtyard, her waist-length hair braided into a pineapple braid. As she moved, it swayed lightly on her shoulder, making her appear playful and cute, bright and dazzling.
The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling onto her, seemingly infusing her with warmth.
Little Dumpling rushed over with a wail and clung to Ann Vaughn’s leg.
"Mommy, you’re so pretty and dazzling!"
Ann Vaughn gave him a kiss on the cheek, then straightened up, smiling at Cyrus Hawthorne, "How is it?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes held a faint smile. He hooked the braid on her shoulder with his hand, gently pinching it as he said in a soft voice, "Not bad."
He rarely smiled, but when he did, it was captivating.
...
After breakfast at the Sheridan Family’s, Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne took Kenny to the Viridian Palace.
However, what Ann Vaughn didn’t expect was that aside from when she had just returned to the Vaughn Family, Cyrus Hawthorne had also visited the elderly couple at the Viridian Palace alone.
"The white fragrant fruits and supplents delivered regularly to the Viridian Palace every month are all from his hand." Ian Vaughn explained gently as he t Ann Vaughn’s bewildered eyes, "And he also ca once when you visited Marinia the ti before last."
What?
Ann Vaughn was completely bewildered, "How co I didn’t know he ca around that ti..."
"Of course you didn’t know, he ca when you weren’t there." Ian Vaughn patted her head, then squinted his eyes, "Sweetie, your hair is shorter."
Ann Vaughn wanted to mutter, "You never ntioned it before." Hearing this, she looked down at her braid and was suddenly silent.
How sharp-eyed was her uncle?
Her hair had been braided, yet he could tell it was shorter.
"Uncle, do you know much about the Lockwood Family?" Ann Vaughn scooted next to Ian Vaughn and whispered in his ear.
Ian Vaughn’s light brown eyes tightened, and he frowned as he asked Ann Vaughn, "Did you encounter people from the Lockwood Family? Did they do anything to you?"
"No, I haven’t encountered them." Ann Vaughn noticed the change in Ian Vaughn’s expression and quickly shook her head, "I just suddenly heard soone ntion them and was a bit curious."
"There’s not much to it. The Lockwood Family is a family of pharmacists, always reluctant to mingle with other wealthy families. The Vaughn Family has never had any dealings with them."
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