Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1011: Suddenly No Longer Human

Who knew that as soon as it was halfway off, Ann Vaughn, who was lightly asleep, was awakened by the commotion, and her line of sight was greeted with a swath of snow-white bare skin, and... Cyrus Hawthorne’s distinct fingers were undressing her nightgown!

Ann Vaughn: !!!

"What, what are you doing?!" This scene immediately roused Ann Vaughn completely, and a blush spread rapidly on her pale face, as she hurried to grab the nightgown that was being pulled off.

But she was still a step too late.

Ann Vaughn was about to explode.

She was so sick, and he still wanted to torment her!

"James Vaughn! Is your mind filled with nothing but such carnal desires?!"

Suddenly hearing Ann Vaughn’s anxious and angry rebuke, Cyrus Hawthorne paused, then tossed the clothing onto a nearby soft stool, his eyebrows subtly raised.

"Ann Vaughn, what unhealthy things are you thinking about in your head?"

"You’re the one thinking unhealthy thoughts!" Ann Vaughn bit her lip, grabbed the nearby blanket to cover her body, and looked at him defensively.

As if afraid he would suddenly become inhuman like he was the night before last.

Seeing her highly alert reaction, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes darkened, yet his face remained inscrutable, and his tone was extremely calm: "Covering up for what, is there any part of you I haven’t seen?"

With that, he leaned in towards her.

Seeing his movement, Ann Vaughn panicked internally, instinctively trying to retreat but was swept up around the waist, carried with large strides toward the bathroom.

Ann Vaughn struggled a couple of times but couldn’t break free, so she bit her lip and gave up, lowered her eyes, and stopped speaking.

She had experienced the madness from James Vaughn that one night, and her struggles and refusals would not be taken into consideration, nor would her opinions and feelings be respected, leaving her unable to resist his demands.

Whatever he intended to do to her later was beyond her capacity to fight against.

So, struggling was useless.

Once inside the bathroom, none of Ann Vaughn’s fears materialized.

But she couldn’t believe that after such ambiguous foreplay, all James Vaughn intended was to... give her a bath.

Given Ann Vaughn’s thickness of skin, having Cyrus Hawthorne assist her in bathing was still too much for her heart to bear, wishing she could faint on the spot and be done with it.

But that was clearly impossible.

"I can wash myself, I don’t need your help for such things..." Ann Vaughn, engulfed in shame, turned a lovely shade of cherry pink, her body trembling continuously, her heart racing as if about to leap from her chest, leaving her inexplicably dry-mouthed.

This embarrassment dispelled some of the sickly pallor from her face, animating her considerably.

"Can you even stand steadily with your current strength?" Cyrus Hawthorne took in her delicate demeanor, his sexy Adam’s apple moving slightly, yet he did not release his hold on her slender waist.

"I can..."

Just as she finished saying this, Cyrus Hawthorne let go of her, and seeing Ann Vaughn nearly fall due to instability, swiftly re-enfolded her into his arms.

His eyebrows rose, staring at her pouting little face with a wry smile, "Can you?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Ann Vaughn: "..."

If her hands had any strength now, she truly wished to slap that mischievous face.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curved slightly, carrying her under the showerhead, just about to hit the switch when he heard her mutter, "I want to take a bath."

Although Cyrus Hawthorne had carried her to bathe after their previous encounters, during those times Ann Vaughn was in a daze, too sleepy to care or feel shy.

But now...

In a completely awake state, how could she remain indifferent!

At least in the bathtub, there was some cover, not completely exposed...

Cyrus Hawthorne squinted at her, as if seeing through her thoughts, "You’ve got your period, you can’t take a bath."

Ann Vaughn: ???

Being clouded by illness, Ann Vaughn hadn’t even realized her period had arrived.

With her last escape route blocked, Ann Vaughn deflated completely.

Even after the shower when Cyrus Hawthorne carried her out of the bathroom, Ann Vaughn kept her eyes tightly shut, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her jade-like neck from the bathroom’s steam.

Cyrus Hawthorne gently placed her on the bed, noticing her tightly shut eyes and reality-fleeing expression, two days of morose mood suddenly showed signs of improving.

Being this embarrassed over just a bath... Where did she find the nerve to say those words to him...

Thinking of this, the dark light in Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes faded deeper, his thin lips pressed lightly together, picking up a clean towel from the side to dry Ann Vaughn’s damp long hair.

Ann Vaughn’s body tensed tightly, so embarrassed her small toes curled up, her skin burning as though about to self-combust on the spot.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of warm hands threading through her hair, the movements extremely gentle, occasionally grazing her scalp, creating a faint tickling sensation without pain.

Ann Vaughn’s mind froze, her curled lashes trembling slightly.

What did he mean by this?

Giving a sweet candy after a slap?

Unfortunately, she’s not a child, not falling for this!

Ann Vaughn kept her eyes shut tight, pretending the man behind her didn’t exist, trying hard to fall asleep.

Yet it didn’t work, as a long finger gently squeezed Ann Vaughn’s chin, turning her face slightly.

Afterward, a warm touch pressed against her soft lips.

Unlike the domineering, seductive kisses when giving medicine.

Believing she was asleep, Cyrus Hawthorne kissed her with unusual restraint and tenderness. Even though it was just a fleeting taste, it carried indescribable emotions.

After the kiss, Ann Vaughn’s already rosy cheeks turned crimson, like bleeding, even with her eyes closed, unable to hide her intense heartbeat and rapid breathing due to this emotional stir.

... Damn.

Ann Vaughn secretly cursed herself for being worthless.

Her eyes were shut, not seeing that alluring face, and James Vaughn hadn’t made any other inappropriate moves, it was just an ordinary kiss, so why were her legs weak!

Fortunately, Cyrus Hawthorne did not notice her oddity, his thumb gently caressing her moist lips, his dark eyes becoming ever more enigmatic.

"I do not know how much reason I have left to tolerate your repeated attempts to escape from my side. Nor am I sure what kind of crazy actions I might take should you try to flee again."

"But remember just one thing... From the moment you fell into my arms, you should never dream of escaping my grasp again."

Whether to the ends of heaven or earth, he would never let her go.

Even if she would hate him.

Ann Vaughn only felt she was being held so tightly that she almost couldn’t breathe, Cyrus Hawthorne’s strength was as if trying to embed her into his body, his hard chest pressing against her softness, making it difficult for her to breathe.

What overwhelmed Ann Vaughn more than this, though, were Cyrus Hawthorne’s words just now.

They resembled repressed, restrained vows, yet inexplicably... conveyed a barren desolation she couldn’t comprehend.