Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1055: Ascendancy

About ten minutes passed, and the effects of the drug in Ann Vaughn’s body had dissipated, but Cyrus Hawthorne seemed to be getting more and more intoxicated, eager to devour her whole, showing no signs of calming down.

In a daze, Ann Vaughn felt like she was being embraced and kneaded by a giant lion, her mind oxygen-deprived to the point of emptiness, leaning limply against him until the last ounce of strength was stripped away.

Cyrus Hawthorne lifted his head slightly, nonchalantly pinching the back of Ann Vaughn’s neck, his dark eyes faintly reflecting her tender and charming appearance.

His thin lips slowly moved to her ear, gently nibbling on the delicate earlobe.

Immediately, it elicited a soft whimper from Ann Vaughn.

"I heard that Miss Vaughn not only shares a marital relationship with Warren Vance but has also worn couple outfits with him at various public occasions?"

With every word he dropped, Ann Vaughn felt her earlobe being bitten, the sensation shifting from numbness to tenderness, with a hint of indistinct pain.

"Why are you getting jealous over nothing again?" Ann Vaughn tried hard to steady her breath, speaking with restraint, "Besides, when did I ever wear couple outfits with Warren Vance? If you’re going to be jealous, at least be realistic about it; stop imagining things!!"

"Is that so?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was slightly low, without any discernible emotion, but his palm gripped her soft waist, and he kissed her again.

Ann Vaughn simply couldn’t withstand his assault, whimpering as she began to resist.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, enough!"

"Be good, open your mouth again."

"..."

In her muddled state, Ann Vaughn heard a commotion outside the wardrobe, instantly tensing her nerves, and she straightened her back in Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace.

Cyrus Hawthorne gently rubbed the back of her neck, gesturing for her to remain silent.

The next moment, a large group of reporters, armed with "long guns and short cannons," rushed into the room, quickly moving to the screen behind which they were hidden.

Upon seeing the chaotic scene on the large bed, there was an uproar among the crowd.

Once they realized what was happening, the reporters hurriedly seized the opportunity to start photographing the bed, while commenting sarcastically.

"I didn’t believe earlier that Ann Vaughn would have an affair during her marriage; she and President Hawthorne are so sweet together, and with her character, she wouldn’t do such a thing... Now I feel like an idiot."

"Having an affair with another man in a place like this, one can imagine how indiscreet her personal life is. This kind of promiscuous woman is tragic for President Hawthorne!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Tsk tsk, what kind of intense activity was happening here to mess up the bed like this? Hurry up and film! A well-known Divine Doctor involved in an extramarital affair—this is big news!"

"Her face is covered by her hair; a photo without her full face has no convincing power to publish."

Just as that reporter spoke, he reached over to brush the hair off the woman’s face on the bed.

Unexpectedly, before he could touch her, she opened her eyes, her head still not clear from exhaustion, and saw a large group of people in the room filming her with cameras.

Screaming, she hugged the blanket and retreated to the corner of the bed, "Who are you all?! Why are you in my room!?"

As she sat up, the hair covering her face fell away, revealing an unexpectedly familiar face to everyone.

——It was Joyce Chancellor!

The journalists were left dumbfounded by the unexpected turn of events.

"Wasn’t it said that Ann Vaughn was in this room fooling around with a man? How did it turn into the Deep Blue’s young lady?!"

Wasn’t Deep Blue’s young lady supposed to be resting upstairs with President Hawthorne? How did she end up in...

The reporters suddenly thought of something and simultaneously shifted their gaze to the man sleeping on the other side.

This couldn’t be...

"Stop filming! Didn’t you hear me? I told you to stop filming!" Seeing they continued relentlessly, Joyce Chancellor frantically retreated, trying to avoid the several camera lenses pointing at her.

The reporters, willing to risk everything for big news, bluntly asked, "Miss Joyce, is the man beside you President Hawthorne? Have you both..."

Joyce Chancellor suddenly calmed down.

Almost forgot, what did she have to be afraid of.

Even if the news of her sleeping with Cyrus Hawthorne got out, she would definitely not be the one who suffered.

Although the situation differed from what she planned, the result hadn’t changed; she only needed Cyrus Hawthorne, not caring about how she obtained him.

Maybe she could use this... to remove Ann Vaughn as a barrier and ascend in status!

Joyce Chancellor’s eyes shifted, her face showing a tearful expression, "This incident isn’t President Hawthorne’s fault; I know he acted out of impulse... Please stop filming, I’ll answer whatever you want to know later."

The reporters hesitated but ultimately refrained from continuing to film her, avoiding accusations of bullying a girl.

At that moment, the man sleeping beside Joyce Chancellor was awakened by the noise in the room.

He sat up, staring blankly at the several flashing cameras in front of him, evidently still nonplussed.

The expressions on the reporters’ faces could no longer be described as shocked.

Seeing this scene, Joyce Chancellor felt triumphant, ready to squeeze out a tear to sell her misery, but turning her head, she confronted a simple yet familiar face.

The triumphant look in Joyce Chancellor’s eyes crumbled instantly like a collapsing sandcastle.

"Why are you in my bed?! Where’s President Hawthorne?!" Joyce Chancellor screamed in shock, nearly rolling off the bed, her face full of panic, "This can’t be true, this absolutely can’t be true!!"

She was clearly in Cyrus Hawthorne’s room; just now, the one who was entwined with her neck was Cyrus Hawthorne!

How did it turn into this man before her?!

This man clearly should be in the neighboring room with Ann Vaughn!

Joyce Chancellor’s mind roared, the vision before her turned dark, wishing she could faint on the spot rather than face all of this.

"Miss Joyce..." The man’s lips moved, looking at Joyce Chancellor’s world-falling-apart expression and defended himself, "Earlier, you were the one who initiated; I... I couldn’t help myself..."

Joyce Chancellor had dispersed the fragrant aphrodisiac throughout the room’s corners to ensure Ann Vaughn would have no escape once she entered.

Those who were affected by the aphrodisiac, apart from Cyrus Hawthorne, a forceful character relying on sheer willpower, almost no one could escape the consequences of uncontrolled desire.

But Joyce Chancellor never expected that everything she meticulously planned would come back completely intact to haunt her.

No one who worked as a journalist could be considered naive; they’re quite sharp and had already pieced together the details of the entire incident from a few sentences between Joyce Chancellor and the man.

Clearly, the person who called them here to witness the "Ann Vaughn’s scandalous affair" could only be Joyce Chancellor.

But fate had its way, letting Joyce Chancellor face her own repercussions.

Having understood the convoluted plots, the reporters looked at the pale Joyce Chancellor with contempt replacing any pity in their eyes.

Joyce Chancellor, with her hair disheveled, sat on the cold floor, her complexion almost frantic, repeatedly muttering one sentence.

"Impossible, it was clearly Cyrus Hawthorne, I couldn’t have been mistaken..."