Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1018: You’ve Been Lying to Me All Along?

Chapter 1018: Chapter 1018: You’ve Been Lying to Me All Along?

The officer didn’t notice Ann Vaughn’s suddenly contemplative gaze. After withdrawing the needle tip, he pressed a cotton swab to the wound and said to her, "Alright... hey!"

The officer had no time to dodge as the syringe in his hand was knocked to the ground by Ann Vaughn.

As soon as the syringe hit the floor, it shattered completely with a crack, and the blood inside spilled out onto the ground.

"You!"

"I’m sorry, I have anemia, and I’m feeling dizzy, it’s hard to see things clearly." Ann Vaughn spoke apologetically, but there was not a hint of remorse in her voice.

The statement was half-true.

Having so much blood drawn at once made it normal for Ann Vaughn to feel unwell, but it wasn’t to the point that she couldn’t see clearly.

However, knocking the syringe away was intentional.

Her intuition told her that the reason for drawing so much blood wasn’t simple.

Hearing her words, the officer sneered, taking out a new syringe from the box, "It’s fine if it fell, we’ll just draw it again, won’t we?"

"You’d better behave yourself. If you can’t prove that you are the biological mother of that child, you can expect to rot in prison!"

The final warning made Ann Vaughn furrow her delicate brows tightly.

It was indeed a good excuse.

In this way, even if she sensed that the officer’s actions were strange, it wouldn’t help.

After all, it was just her personal suspicion.

As the officer approached with the syringe, Ann Vaughn’s blood seemed to freeze in her body, her pale lips pressed tightly together.

She was at a complete loss.

"Bang—"

The detention room door was suddenly flung open, a white light flashing before Ann Vaughn’s eyes.

Before she could see clearly who it was, the officer in front of her was knocked backward with great force, falling to the ground awkwardly, letting out constant cries of pain.

Ann Vaughn blinked her eyes, just about to look up when she was pulled fiercely into a warm embrace by a pair of strong arms.

The unique and familiar cold scent instantly enveloped her, and Ann Vaughn’s small face pressed tightly against the man’s warm, broad chest, even able to feel the subtle tremors of his chest cavity.

Each beat seemed to pull at her own heart, stirring waves of palpitating tension.

Gradually, Ann Vaughn’s ears turned red.

"You’re holding me too tightly... I can hardly breathe!"

"Endure it," the man’s voice was cold, filled with a threatening undertone, "Ann Vaughn, who gave you the courage to leave without a word? Did you think my words were meaningless?"

Ann Vaughn shuddered, remembering her escape, her neck shrinking in fear.

Oh no.

Just last night she was muttering that if she got caught, she was definitely doomed.

She didn’t expect being caught would come so damn fast—

Feeling Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace tightening, as if he wanted to strangle her to death, Ann Vaughn suddenly had an idea!

"Ah! It hurts!"

As soon as the delicate cry escaped her lips, the arms tightly holding Ann Vaughn immediately loosened.

"Where does it hurt?" Cyrus Hawthorne let go of Ann Vaughn, frowning as he checked her body.

Ann Vaughn clutched the arm that had been drawn from, pitifully selling her misery, "That person drew so much blood from me, my wound hurts, and I’m dizzy."

It was supposed to be just an act, but thinking about how much blood she had drawn, and the wound slightly swollen, Ann Vaughn’s sense of grievance suddenly magnified several times.

"Look!" Ann Vaughn thrust her arm in front of Cyrus Hawthorne, "It hurts so much!"

Seeing the specks of blood on her fair-skinned arm, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes turned cold, a terrifying aura surged from his body, chilling the air.

He turned to the side, his icily penetrating gaze shooting straight at the officer standing at the doorway.

The officer’s plump body shuddered, quickly explaining, "President Hawthorne, it truly was a misunderstanding! It’s all due to the incompetence of our people, I promise to discipline them well and give you and your wife a proper explanation!"

Suddenly stiffening in Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace, Ann Vaughn abruptly lifted her head to look at the officer.

What did this person just call James Vaughn?!

President Hawthorne?!!

Which Hawthorne? James Vaughn’s Hawthorne??

Ann Vaughn was thoroughly bewildered.

"An explanation?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes chillingly scrutinized the officer, "I’ve had no interest in managing how chaotic and corrupt your internal affairs have been. But now that you’ve unseeingly moved against someone of mine..."

"Your position has reached its end."

The officer’s knees went soft, his face turned pale, filled with terror and regret.

If he had known, he would never have...

As Cyrus Hawthorne retracted his gaze and turned around, he saw Ann Vaughn shrinking back against the wall, looking at him with panic like a frightened cat.

"What’s the matter?" Cyrus Hawthorne slightly furrowed his brows, his voice tinged with displeasure, "Where else do you want to hide?"

"You..." When Ann Vaughn opened her mouth, her voice was trembling, "You, you, you’re not named Vaughn, why did that fat man call you President Hawthorne?!"

She vaguely already had an answer in her heart.

She just didn’t dare to admit it, nor did she want to believe it.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyebrow slightly raised, as if he hadn’t anticipated his long-held disguise being inadvertently exposed at such inappropriate timing today.

But so what?

Ever since she leaned on Warren Vance and said those words, the gentle disguise he had worn was torn apart by her own hands.

Now, there was nothing to hold back.

Cyrus Hawthorne leisurely adjusted his cufflinks and moved step by step toward Ann Vaughn.

Each step seemed to walk on the tip of Ann Vaughn’s heart, heightening her inner tension and fear, increasingly uncontrollable.

She wanted to back away, but behind her was the wall, and thus, no place to escape.

"You’ve been lying to me all along!" Ann Vaughn forced herself to suppress her inner panic, feigning composure as she stared into Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes, "Who exactly are you?"

As soon as the words fell, Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand caressed her cheek, softly stroking it, sparking a tingling sensation.

"You already have the answer in your heart, don’t you?"

His voice was low and deep, with a lazy undertone, absolutely unfazed by having been exposed, his calmness made Ann Vaughn grit her teeth.

Now, unwilling as she was to believe it, she had no choice but to face reality. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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Villa No. 8.

Beneath her was the bed where they’d tangled with each other not long ago, and in front of her was Cyrus Hawthorne, pulling at his collar and buttons, incessantly approaching, Ann Vaughn kept backing away, almost wanting to cry.

She had just struggled to escape; how had she returned here within just two days?

Especially seeing Cyrus Hawthorne about to transform into a wolf, Ann Vaughn’s heart trembled, wishing desperately to flee far away.

However, it was all in vain, Cyrus Hawthorne leaned closer, lightly biting her neck.

Immediately, Ann Vaughn resembled a lamb caught by a wolf, her whole body rigid with fear, not daring to move an inch, internally despairing.

"I warn you, don’t act rashly! I haven’t even held you accountable for deceiving me for so long! I... I... I’m angry now, and the consequences are serious!"