Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1062: It’s Her Name

At this moment, Ann Vaughn was still unaware that danger was approaching her. She was standing in the Temple of the Clear Heart, staring numbly at her fortune slip.

Both Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny had drawn great fortunes, not to mention that even Mark Joyce had drawn a good fortune, but as for her...

She drew a great misfortune...

She might as well be struck by lightning and be done with it.

Seeing Ann Vaughn droop instantly like a frostbitten eggplant, Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, squeezing her palm and saying, "Just because the fortune says so, doesn’t mean it will come true. You don’t need to worry."

Besides, with him around, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

"Kenny’s fortune is for Mommy, great fortune against great misfortune, that way Mommy can turn misfortune into good luck!" Kenny scurried over to Ann Vaughn’s leg, lifting the fortune slip high up to her.

Ann Vaughn’s heart softened as she took the slip and folded it neatly, putting it back into the pocket of the Little Dumpling’s hooded jacket.

"Then Mommy’s good luck will be left in Kenny’s care."

"Kenny will take good care of it!" The Little Dumpling patted his pocket, nodding earnestly.

The sight almost made Ann Vaughn’s heart flutter. Just as she lifted him up, she saw a familiar figure passing by the temple entrance, quickly disappearing from view.

She paused slightly, staring in that direction, unable to shake off the feeling for a long time.

The familiarity of that person just now was too strong; just a glimpse of the side profile stirred up feelings of aversion, hostility, and wariness within her.

However, these emotions ended up being swiftly swallowed like water soaking into sand, leaving only indifference behind.

Who was she?

The Little Dumpling looked at her worriedly, "What’s wrong, Mommy?"

Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, shaking the fragmented images from her mind, smiling as she shook her head, "Mommy just remembered hearing that there is a five-hundred-year-old love tree here, I wonder what it looks like..."

Right behind Ann Vaughn, Cyrus Hawthorne and Mark Joyce also noticed the appearance of that figure.

"President Hawthorne, wasn’t that just now... your wife?" Mark Joyce asked with surprise.

As far as he knew, after Aidan Keating left, Laura Quinn left as well, and there had been no news since.

Her departure had not caused any waves for the Hawthorne Family. In fact, aside from Old Master Hawthorne and himself, the assistant to the president, no one else knew she had even left.

Yet they happened to run into her here at the same temple... 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes were deep as he pondered for several seconds, then instructed Mark Joyce, "Find out what she’s doing here."

"Yes," Mark Joyce replied and quietly left.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, come quickly!" came the call from Ann Vaughn in the distance.

Following the sound, Cyrus Hawthorne saw her standing under the temple’s archway with Kenny, waving at him, her dark eyes softened by the sunlight.

As he approached, Ann Vaughn noticed that his gaze was exceptionally gentle.

It was as if she could drown in it, filled with tenderness that made her heart skip a beat.

"I, I and Kenny are going to see the five-hundred-year-old love tree in the temple, do you want to come?" Ann Vaughn felt inexplicably nervous, almost stammering.

Cyrus Hawthorne responded with a soft "hmm," his gaze dropping down to the chubby dumpling in Ann Vaughn’s arms, and he frowned slightly, clicking his tongue.

"What’s so interesting about this little chubby ball?"

With that, he directly plucked the delighted dumpling nestling in Ann Vaughn’s arms and tucked him under his arm, carrying him along.

The small, helpless dumpling with a bewildered look: ?

It’s one thing to be personally attacked, since when did he allow him to hold him?!!

The Little Dumpling puffed up with anger, then exerted all his strength, his little short leg stepping heavily on Cyrus Hawthorne’s suit trousers, leaving a cute yet ugly little footmark.

"Hmph!"

Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."

Apart from its effective fortune slips, the Temple of the Clear Heart is most famous for its love tree in the center of the temple.

It is said to be a branch from the Nine Heavens Divine Wood that accidentally fell to the earth, taking a thousand years to root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree with great spiritual energy, blessing couples who come under it to be together forever.

Yet after experiencing the great misfortune slip, Ann Vaughn did not believe any of these seemingly magical stories.

"It’s a new society now, how can one believe in things that sound like they’re for deceiving children? The great misfortune slip is fake, so the love tree’s blessings for loving couples must be fake too!" Ann Vaughn argued stubbornly.

Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at the wooden plaque in her hand on which she had already written something, and asked with a low chuckle, "Saying one thing and meaning another?"

Ann Vaughn puffed her cheeks slightly, annoyed, "I’ve already written it. If I don’t hang it up, wouldn’t it be a waste of money spent on buying the wooden plaque?"

How thrifty of her!

After speaking, Ann Vaughn noticed that on Cyrus Hawthorne’s wooden plaque, there was nothing written, and he showed no intention of writing a wish on it.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, aren’t you going to make a wish?" Ann Vaughn asked, puzzled.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s brow moved slightly, and then he said calmly, "My wish doesn’t need to rely on heaven."

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but glance at the content she had written on her wooden plaque. Well, her wish was indeed something that needed heavenly intervention to come true, unlike a certain tyrant.

But...

Ann Vaughn looked up at the wooden plaques hanging from the branches of the love tree, sometimes rustling with a pleasant chime in the breeze.

The plaques here were all hung in pairs, it seemed she would have to set a precedent of hanging a single one, QAQ.

Just as she felt a bit disappointed, she heard the sound of a pencil being set down beside her.

Turning her head, she saw it was Cyrus Hawthorne.

"I thought you didn’t believe in this?" Ann Vaughn asked, puzzled.

With an indifferent expression, the tyrant said blandly, "I have my eyes on that piece of land in the east district, and the bidding is the day after tomorrow, just in case."

Ann Vaughn was momentarily speechless: "..."

Have you ever seen a couple at the love tree writing such a wish on their plaque?!!

While others talk about love, he talks about land development rights??

How can such a steel-hearted man have a girlfriend??

He doesn’t deserve one!!

Ann Vaughn decided unilaterally to break up with him, turning away to create some distance, randomly found a low branch, and hung up her plaque.

Watching Ann Vaughn in the distance tiptoe to hang up her plaque, even her back seemed to be on fire, Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curved slightly as he pinched the edge of the plaque, gently flipping it to the front.

The strokes were sharp and the handwriting vigorous, so hard that the ink had seeped into the plaque.

And on the plaque that could have twenty characters written, there were only three.

Her name.

On the way back, the Little Dumpling quickly fell asleep shortly after getting in the car due to exhaustion.

Ann Vaughn was still upset about what happened earlier and didn’t speak to Cyrus Hawthorne. She took out her phone to find Echo Lynch’s number.

She initially wanted to take this opportunity to ask Echo Lynch some questions, but she didn’t see him at the temple he often stayed at, but she heard a series of rapid coughs coming from inside.