Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1048: But He Is Not Ann Vaughn

It was an extremely thin silver needle, less than two centimeters away from Ian Yardley’s eyeball. If it moved forward a little more, one could only imagine the consequences.

Ian Yardley’s eyes widened, and he sat there stiffly with his shirt drenched in cold sweat, not daring to move an inch as his face grew paler.

"You... what do you want to do?" His voice shook, his attention fixed on the needle.

"I thought you were something special." Seeing Ian’s paper-white face, Ann Vaughn casually withdrew the silver needle, her red lips curved into a cold smile, "Turns out you’re just playing tricks, essentially still a kid."

With the crisis averted, Ian did not feel even the slightest relief, panting as he eased the soreness from his prolonged wide eyes, asking hoarsely, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"It’s boring to pretend any longer, little brother." Ann Vaughn slowly walked up to Ian, opened a video in the photo gallery, and shoved it in front of him for a clear look.

Instinctively, Ian wanted to swat her hand away, but as he saw the content of the video, his face changed drastically.

He loosened his grip on the wheelchair’s armrest, ready to seize Ann Vaughn’s phone.

Predicting his move, Ann swiftly retracted her phone, looking at him with bright eyes that were both mocking and smiling, "Why the rush? Afraid that others will see your true colors and you won’t be able to stay here?"

Ian’s face looked grim, his body tense, "I underestimated you."

"Since you recorded the incident yesterday, why didn’t you expose me in front of Kingston just now? Instead, you came to me now?" Ian laughed coldly, looking down, "Do you think I’ll appreciate what you’ve done?"

"You’ve really overestimated yourself." Ann toyed with the silver needle in her fingertips, her smile full of coldness, "With your goldfish brain, your tricks are nothing in front of me. If I wanted, I have a hundred ways to deal with you, just like now."

"But fools like you, even if there were a hundred more, they wouldn’t be my match. Don’t believe me? Try it."

Having almost been framed by Ian once, how could she walk into his room without any defense?

The necklace she wore around her neck clearly recorded everything she did after entering Ian’s room.

If the video came to light, Ian’s lies would be shattered without a doubt.

The only reason she didn’t was out of respect for Cyrus Hawthorne, to leave Ian some dignity.

Goldfish brain?

Ian had never been humiliated like this since birth, his eyes turned red with anger, looking fierce enough to cry.

"Deal with me? Ha, do you think Kingston doesn’t know I’ve done these things? But even if he knows, he hasn’t punished me, not even scolded me. He even wants me to get along with you."

Cloud Maye wasn’t surprised that Cyrus Hawthorne could see the truth of the matter.

She was surprised at his tolerance for Ian, seemingly higher than she had imagined.

Seeing Ann’s slight change of expression, Ian smiled triumphantly.

"If I’m not mistaken, you probably still don’t know why Kingston treats me so well. Indeed, Kingston wouldn’t just casually tell an outsider those things."

Ann felt like laughing, "You’re just riding on someone’s coattails, managing to jump around here. Why so proud? Besides, do you think what you find important is necessarily important to Cyrus?"

"Looks like you really don’t know." Ian mocked, "I said Kingston couldn’t possibly take you seriously. You’re just a distraction for him when he’s bored. There’s someone more important waiting for him; he won’t stop for long for you."

In the end, the sharp hostility in Ian’s eyes dissipated a lot, becoming calm.

It was as if... having glimpsed the true value of the opponent, there was no need to continue competing with an insignificant person.

Because from the start, she had already lost.

The tint of pity in Ian’s eyes was undisguised, which Ann couldn’t overlook.

But she didn’t care.

"Cyrus and I will handle our relationship ourselves; no need for you, little brother, to bother. As for the important person you mentioned..." Ann slipped the silver needle back into her sleeve, raising her eyes with an excessive arrogance: "If Cyrus would take an extra look at her, I lose."

Ian’s smile was chilly, "You’re overestimating your place in Kingston’s heart."

"I’m confident in my charm, thank you."

"..."

After Ann left, Ian grew increasingly angry, snatching the flowers from the vase and tearing them petal by petal.

As he tore, he mumbled, "They will break up," "They won’t break up"...

The last petal was "They won’t break up."

Ian stared at that petal for a long time, then swallowed it whole.

Good, now it’s finally "They will break up."

In the master bedroom.

The overhead light was off, with only the floor lamp emitting a faint glow, accentuating the silent and lonely silhouette on the bed.

The faint, cold aura seemed to form an invisible barrier around him, one that no one could penetrate.

Suddenly, a thread of fragrance invaded this invisible barrier, followed by a soft warmth pressing against Cyrus Hawthorne’s back, with two small hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

Instantly, all the surrounding coldness was dispelled.

Cyrus Hawthorne turned over, naturally enveloping Ann Vaughn in his embrace, his long fingers gently kneading the back of her neck.

"Were you out causing trouble?"

Ann Vaughn, like a cat being held by the neck, basked in comfort yet dared not move much, gently nodding her small head.

"Ian cheated me once, I have to get back at him, otherwise how could I sleep tonight."

She was the embodiment of vengeance.

Cyrus chuckled lowly, "Feeling better now?"

Thinking of Ian’s furious expression, wanting to bite her yet unable to approach, Ann puffed her chest out in triumph.

"As long as he doesn’t trouble me in the future, I’m very agreeable."

After all, he’s just a kid.

Arguing with him would only make her seem childish too.

"His body needs rest; staying long in a lively environment isn’t good for his recovery." Cyrus stated lightly, "Once a more suitable place is found for him, I’ll send him there."

Ann blinked, somewhat puzzled.

It took her a while to come back to her senses, "I thought you’d ask me to bear with him a little... After all, he’s a guest and a patient, and you seem to value him greatly."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus’s throat emitted a sound, "He is indeed important."

But he’s not Ann Vaughn.

Understanding the implication in his words, Ann’s ears turned a bright red, burying her face into his chest, letting out a soft sound.

Who could withstand this?