Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1035: The Sacrificial Offering

But no matter what, her right hand was healed by Breeze. As long as it was within her capability, she wouldn’t refuse him.

"How do you want me to save you?" Ann Vaughn studied Breeze’s face carefully, but couldn’t see how he needed "saving" from her.

Breeze’s request for saving wasn’t literal; he wanted her to speak on his behalf to Cyrus Hawthorne, to let him return to the polar region.

Ann Vaughn assumed he wanted to resign and didn’t think much about it before nodding in agreement.

"I can make a suggestion to Cyrus Hawthorne for you, but I can’t guarantee he’ll agree."

Upon hearing this, Breeze knew the matter was practically settled.

As long as Ann Vaughn spoke on his behalf, letting him leave was a small matter. Even fetching stars and the moon wouldn’t be out of the question for the man when it came to her.

After all, he had been watching this romance unfold like a fed-by-sugar feline, so Breeze had a sense of the situation.

"Then, thank you, Miss Vaughn, for your help. These are some gifts I specially prepared for you, please be sure to accept them."

After speaking, regardless of whether Ann Vaughn accepted or not, he promptly shoved the items into her hands and ran off.

Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, but upon seeing the silk gloves she had coveted for so long on top, she swallowed back her words.

Well done.

That bribe was quite successful.

After washing up in her room, Ann Vaughn picked up her bag and headed to the hospital.

"Hex must have seen the true identity of that gentleman, which is why people attacked him. But by the time we found him, he was at his limit and couldn’t say the full name of that person."

"Oh?"

"Hex only managed to say ’Huo,’ implying that the gentleman from the Zeus base might actually belong to the Hawthorne Family. The second piece of information concerns Miss Vaughn; the base has named her... the last sacrifice."

As soon as Ann Vaughn reached the door of Hex’s ward, she overheard a conversation inside that was related to her.

However, before she could continue eavesdropping, Sept opened the ward door.

He quickly lowered his gun, which wasn’t yet pointed at Ann Vaughn, and politely greeted her.

"Is Cyrus Hawthorne busy? If so, I’ll just head back," Ann Vaughn said, rubbing her ears and inquiring.

How could Sept dare refuse her entry? He quickly replied, "The gentleman isn’t busy, please come in."

Ann Vaughn walked into the ward and found the atmosphere particularly serious, making her want to turn around and leave.

Should she not have come in here...

Before she could back out, Cyrus Hawthorne spoke up, "Annie, come over here."

Ann Vaughn slowly moved over to sit beside him, whispering, "I didn’t hear anything just now, so don’t silence me."

Sept: "..."

Rescue Team Captain: "..."

Why did they ever think this woman could be a threat to the Executioner?

The two exchanged a look, then quietly exited the ward.

The chill around Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes dissipated instantly at her silly remark.

How poorly did he treat her for her to think he would silence her?

"Good thing you reminded me, or I wouldn’t have thought of silencing you." Cyrus Hawthorne pinched her soft cheek, his squinting dark eyes revealing a dangerous glint.

Ann Vaughn: !!!

Wait, she was just joking!

"Are you teasing me?" Ann Vaughn was startled by his dangerous gaze, her heart racing with nerves, "If I’m gone, where would you find another girlfriend as cute and smart as me?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s facial features were already sharp, his beautiful eyes exuding cold detachment, particularly when not smiling. One glance could make people feel like they were in the depths of winter, chilled to the core.

Now, when he looked serious, scaring Ann Vaughn, he truly managed to frighten her.

"If you don’t want to die, there’s an option." Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips curved lightly, his fingers teasing the corner of Ann Vaughn’s mouth, voice low.

"Wh-what’s the option?" Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but gulp.

Cyrus Hawthorne leaned in slightly, whispering in her ear with deliberate intent: "Please me, and I’ll let you off."

Pl-please him?!

Ann Vaughn’s face flushed bright red before she realized she had been fooled. She instinctively tried to escape but was trapped in his embrace, feeling both angry and embarrassed.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, look where we are!!"

Even though Hex was unconscious, he was still an outsider!

He could at least choose an appropriate place to flirt!!

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s flushed face, clearly taking his words seriously, Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharp features instantly melted like thawing snow, revealing layers of warm affection.

Then, he lowered his head to rest on Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, laughing softly.

"Haha."

This fool.

Ann Vaughn was stunned by his laughter before realizing she had been played. She quickly pushed his shoulder, "You laugh! What’s so funny! You were purposely scaring me just now, weren’t you?"

"Luckily, you encountered me." Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled, his long fingers squeezing the back of her neck gently, making her body go soft, leaning into him completely.

Ann Vaughn, blushing at the ears, asked confusedly, "What do you mean by that?"

Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t answer her, but his smile deepened.

This little lamb, if it fell into another predator’s clutches, wouldn’t even leave a bone.

So easy to tease.

He didn’t answer, and Ann Vaughn didn’t push him further. Instead, she asked about the earlier matter, "I heard you say I’m a sacrifice, and something about the Zeus base... What does that mean?"

Initially, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t want Ann Vaughn involved in this matter.

There were too many adverse factors for her, and he was worried.

But now their enemy was hidden while they were exposed, with their targets being both of them. If Ann Vaughn remained unaware, it might not be a good thing.

Cyrus Hawthorne no longer kept it from her, explaining the Zeus Base situation in detail.

Ann Vaughn’s brows furrowed tightly. The Zeus Base... She had thought the name sounded familiar before, along with the Ark Project. It seemed like she had heard them somewhere but couldn’t recall more related memories.

Only the words "sacrifice," whenever Ann Vaughn thought of or heard them, sent chills through her body.

"Annie, Annie."

Several low calls snapped Ann Vaughn out of her thoughts, warmth covering her forehead gently.

Ann Vaughn’s gaze regained focus, seeing Cyrus Hawthorne’s furrowed brows and concerned expression.

"Wh... what is it?" she asked, confused.

"I should be asking you that." Cyrus Hawthorne sighed softly, using a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, "What were you just thinking about?"