Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1066: Simply Irresistible

Ann Vaughn searched the entire house but couldn’t find a cell phone or a landline, not even a single computer, almost making her lose her temper again.

She had suddenly disappeared from Cyrus Hawthorne’s side, unable to contact him now, she dared not imagine how worried he must be at this moment.

And the culprit?

Ann Vaughn glared fiercely at Warren Vance, who was eating noodles; if it weren’t for this bastard, how would she have flown from The Imperial Capital to here in good health and still be trapped here?

Just thinking about it made Ann Vaughn angry, she walked up and snatched the bowl of noodles from Warren Vance’s hand: "You can’t even solve the crisis right in front of you, and you still have the nerve to eat! Stop eating!"

Warren Vance: "?"

What did he do to offend this little firecracker again?

Although Warren Vance was a vampire, he would occasionally eat other foods, mostly delicately plated, appropriately portioned gourmet meals. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

A plain bowl of noodles like this, lacking delicacy and decoration, was something the royal chefs in The Royal City would never cook, and he had never eaten before.

However, Ann Vaughn’s culinary skills were surprisingly good.

Even a plain bowl of noodles was flavorful when she made it, which he quite liked.

Warren Vance’s gaze lingered on the bowl of noodles in Ann Vaughn’s hand for a moment, then he leaned back on the sofa, enduring the pain from his abdominal wound, smiling as he asked, "You’re not afraid of me now?"

"..." Ann Vaughn avoided his eyes, denying outright: "When was I ever afraid of you?"

Warren Vance didn’t expose her lie, his pale lips curling up slightly, "If that’s the case, why are you standing so far away from me?"

He was seated on the sofa, while Ann Vaughn was standing by the grandfather clock a fair distance away from the sofa, looking like she wanted to distance herself from him as much as possible.

It was truly... somewhat hurtful.

"Why would I stand so far from you, isn’t it obvious?" Ann Vaughn said defensively, "You know perfectly well what you did to me last time at Azureflame Villa."

"So cold." Warren Vance chuckled lightly, his dark red eyes glimmering, then he pressed down hard on his abdominal wound with his hand, his complexion immediately paling a few shades.

Ann Vaughn, who was always on alert for his movements to prevent any sudden antics, naturally noticed this. After hesitating for a moment, she still walked over to him.

"Give me your hand."

Warren Vance’s eyes flickered with amusement, and he extended his hand.

After taking his pulse, Ann Vaughn’s face showed surprise, "You’re just sitting here doing nothing, how did your wound reopen? You vampires either never get hurt or, once you do, it’s incredibly troublesome to deal with?"

"Sorry for causing you trouble." Warren Vance lowered his eyes slightly, his pale handsome face showing a rare touch of desolation and a hint of apology.

If he had been more arrogant, Ann Vaughn could have retorted further.

But seeing him like this... who could remain hard-hearted?

With a resigned sigh, Ann Vaughn wearily opened the first aid kit and began to treat his wound again.

The smile on Warren Vance’s lips deepened as he rested his chin on his hand, watching her frown while applying the medication. For some reason, he was somewhat entranced.

The candlelight on the table cast a slanted glow on her, as if wrapping her in a soft golden hue, accentuating her beautiful features, etching them into the scene vividly like a painting.

Clearly, she wore no makeup, her hair was unkempt, and she had on a ridiculous little bear pajama.

Yet watching for long made it hard to pull away.

"How come I never noticed before." Warren Vance murmured, lightly tapping his finger on Ann Vaughn’s forehead.

His bride seemed exceedingly delectable.

"What are you mumbling about?" Ann Vaughn didn’t catch what he said, turning to dispose of the bloodied cotton swabs in the trash, she couldn’t help but ask, "How did you get these wounds?"

She had seen Warren Vance’s skills in The Royal City’s training grounds, logically, he shouldn’t be so easily wounded even without the ability to heal himself.

"Caught off guard for a moment, someone exploited the opportunity." Warren Vance didn’t elaborate, offering only a vague response.

"You are the chosen successor by The Old King, no matter how unwilling the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince are or even if they muster a rebellion, even if they seize the throne eventually, it would lack legitimacy," Ann Vaughn commented, "How foolish."

Warren Vance couldn’t help but laugh, "Appears foolish but not entirely. My two brothers never fight without a chance of success, once they make a move, they’re surely backing it with something."

Is that so?

Ann Vaughn recalled her impression of the two Princes, without exception only two words came to mind.

Low-key.

Yet, experience proved that the more low-key individuals would secretly stir things up, making them hard to guard against.

Take a look at the vampire in front of her, wasn’t he tricked into such a plight by the opponent?

Quite miserable indeed.

Unconsciously meeting Ann Vaughn’s gaze of sympathy, Warren Vance paused, "...What?"

"Nothing, just curious when your men will find you?"

"They might find the alley earlier, but that doesn’t mean they can find this place. Only I know of the existence of the Remembrance Garden."

Doesn’t that mean they’re just waiting to die here?

Ann Vaughn put away the first aid kit, stood up, and said, "I’m going out for a while."

Warren Vance looked at her, "Where to?"

"The shop outside." Ann Vaughn frowned, "You have no communication tools here, you must contact the outside in order to seek help, it’s impossible to just keep waiting here to die."

Who knows whether tomorrow or the Second Prince will come first?

"It’s for that man." Warren Vance squinted his eyes, stating it directly.

Ann Vaughn shrugged, "I don’t deny there’s some of that factor. Moreover, you mentioned before that the Second Prince was searching the entire city for your whereabouts. Gothasen isn’t that big, what if they trace it to here? I, a weak woman with no strength to bind a chicken, can’t fight off so many people."

Weak, with no strength to bind a chicken... kind of a woman?

Warren Vance lowered his eyes to her right hand, slender and white fingers, seemingly soft and boneless.

But he hadn’t forgotten how she had knocked out three burly men with this hand just moments ago.

"Ahem," Warren Vance cleared his throat, clutching the wound on his abdomen as he straightened up, speaking decisively: "It’s too dangerous outside right now, you stay here, I’ll go."

"Don’t joke around." Ann Vaughn eyed his wound, "In your current state, you’re in more danger than I am..."

Before she could finish speaking, Warren Vance’s figure disappeared before Ann Vaughn’s eyes.

On the sofa, only the thin blanket previously draped over his knees remained.

Even though she had experienced the same thing earlier, Ann Vaughn’s heart couldn’t help but race wildly.

How could she keep believing in science after this??

Warren Vance hadn’t been gone long, roughly ten minutes later, when Ann Vaughn came out of the kitchen, she saw him back on the sofa.

Except his face looked even worse than it did during the medication application earlier.

"Stretch out your hand." Ann Vaughn walked up to him and said.

Warren Vance shook his head slightly, closing his eyes to suppress both physical and mental fatigue, the craving for blood amplified manifold at this moment.