Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1022: The Old Friend’s Younger Sister

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022: The Old Friend’s Younger Sister

As the mutter faded, the atmosphere in the restaurant instantly turned icy.

Ann Vaughn pretended not to notice, picked up the medicine and took it with hot water, then stood up to leave the restaurant.

But suddenly, her wrist was caught.

Ann Vaughn didn’t turn around, her lips pressed tighter and tighter, and her expression wasn’t very pleasant.

After a long pause, she finally heard that deep, chilling voice again: "Annie, that night at Azureflame Villa..."

"Buzz—"

The phone on the table suddenly rang, interrupting Cyrus Hawthorne’s words.

The heart Ann Vaughn had just lifted was now hanging in the air, unable to settle, extremely uncomfortable.

A trace of displeasure quickly flashed across Cyrus Hawthorne’s stern features. He raised his hand to hang up the call but, seeing the caller ID on the screen, ultimately answered.

"Hello?"

"Kingston, tomorrow is my and Sylar’s birthday, will you come celebrate with us like you used to?" A cheerful female voice came from the other end, carrying an almost imperceptible hint of femininity.

Since she was close by, Ann Vaughn didn’t intentionally listen, yet the voice still reached her ears.

Kingston?

Such an intimate address... Could the caller be Cyrus Hawthorne’s sister?

Ann Vaughn had heard Cyrus Hawthorne had a sister who seemed to have entered showbiz and was busy filming, so they weren’t often together.

She just didn’t know if this was the person on the phone.

"I have things to do, so I won’t be going," Cyrus Hawthorne replied briefly. "The gift will be delivered tomorrow."

A disappointed murmur came from the other end, "But every year before, you were always with us, it feels a bit lonely this year with you not here... but it’s okay, I know you’re busy, birthdays can be celebrated anytime, I won’t take it to heart!"

"Mm, happy birthday."

"Kingston, go ahead and get busy, I won’t disturb you anymore, goodnight."

After Cyrus Hawthorne hung up the phone, he noticed Ann Vaughn side-eyeing and eavesdropping, thinking she was being discreet, but the twitching of her little ears had already given her away.

He exerted a little force to pull her closer, his voice carrying a hint of amusement: "What were you eavesdropping on?"

"Was that your sister on the phone just now?" Ann Vaughn feigned ignorance, clearing her throat as if casually asking.

"That was a friend’s sister."

A friend’s sister?

Ann Vaughn blinked, suddenly understanding, "So you’re not traveling tomorrow, but going to celebrate this sister’s birthday?"

Celebrating a birthday is fine, why make up a business trip as an excuse!

Hearing her disgruntled hum, Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, "I remember I only told Kenny I was leaving the country tomorrow."

"Kenny is still young; he thought you were leaving for work, it’s perfectly normal!" Ann Vaughn did not hesitate to defend her little darling and asked, "So what made you change your mind?"

Just now Ann Vaughn overheard the girl saying in past years, Cyrus Hawthorne always spent her birthday with her, showing how important she was to him.

Sudden change of plans likely means there’s a special reason.

Cyrus Hawthorne looked up at Ann Vaughn, his narrow eyes flowing with inky depths, holding inscrutable meaning.

"There’s no one to take care of my cat."

"..." Ann Vaughn’s mouth twitched, annoyed yet amused by this perfunctory reason, "Is your cat so precious that it can’t live without you?"

"Indeed precious and pampered, it refuses to eat anyone else’s food unless watched over personally," Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was lazy, the drawl seemingly carrying a hint of deep meaning.

"... Are you raising a cat or a wife?"

Ann Vaughn nearly said, "Then just live with the cat in your next life."

This is ridiculous.

Treating the cat better than her!

To her, he’s like a wolf, relentlessly demanding, day and night, while to the cat, he’s as gentle as a breeze, tender and considerate, even skipping the friend’s sister’s birthday...

Why? Is she not as important as the cat?

Ann Vaughn shook off Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand and stormed out of the restaurant.

Before leaving, she shouted loudly at the man inside: "In your next life, just live happily with that cat! Stay together for eternity! Never be apart!"

She was furious!

Cyrus Hawthorne remained seated, not angered at all, his lips even curving into a joyful smile.

"That truly is a melodious blessing."

...

In the dark, lightless basement.

With the illumination from the computer on the desk, one could barely make out a person seated in front, lightly shaking a glass bottle filled with red liquid.

"Such a great opportunity, and it was missed by you all." The speaker’s voice sounded very young, around seventeen or eighteen years old.

The figure standing before him bowed their head, attitude extremely respectful, "It was truly a prime opportunity, but we didn’t anticipate his quick arrival, which disrupted our plan..."

"Please give us another chance, this time we won’t disappoint you!"

Clink.

He placed the glass bottle on the table, facing the computer sideways, revealing a face that starkly contrasted with his voice.

"Besides him, you must also watch out for another person."

"Please instruct us!"

"Crown Prince Gothasen, Warren Vance." His voice turning colder, "He’s too much trouble. If not for his intervention, we would have succeeded at Azureflame Villa."

The standing person lowered their head even further, "Sir, it’s not that I’m trying to make excuses, but his timing that day was incredibly odd, our equipment didn’t even detect him in that room..."

It was as if they’d seen a ghost.

"I don’t want to hear excuses, only actions to amend." He calmly interrupted.

"... Yes, sir!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

...

When going upstairs to wash up, Ann Vaughn realized she and Kenny’s luggage left at the ranch was neatly placed in the wardrobe.

Presumably brought back by Cyrus Hawthorne.

At the time, things happened suddenly, leaving aside the luggage, Ann Vaughn hadn’t even finished writing the prescription for Mr. and Mrs. Ed, or outlining the purchase of herbs.

It was already late, and feeling unwell, Ann Vaughn decided to handle it tomorrow, putting things aside before heading into the bathroom.

Upon exiting, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne occupying her bed, leisurely reclining by the bedside reading documents.

The warm light cascading over him softened his usual fierce demeanor, imparting an inexplicable homely warmth.

Ann Vaughn’s previously calmed anger flared up again.

She walked over, shaking the bedding, "Why are you here? Go cuddle up with your cat in its nest of love!"

Rustle rustle rustle.

The papers in Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand fluttered from the breeze she caused, his eyes remained downcast, and his voice was unfazed: "Can you sleep alone tonight?"