Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1064: Gravely Wounded

Besides... Hex is still unconscious in the hospital, which shows how dangerous the base is inside.

Cyrus Hawthorne hadn’t responded when the door was knocked on.

"Sir, there’s an urgent matter to report." Sept said respectfully from outside the door.

"Speak."

"Yes. News from Gothasen: the Eldest Prince led an attack on The Royal City, using Princess Kira to force Warren Vance to surrender the royal seal and abdicate. Warren Vance was shot and killed in the confrontation... Warren was severely injured and taken away by someone, and his whereabouts are still unknown and under investigation."

Ann Vaughn, who was nestled in Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace, widened her eyes in shock upon hearing this.

How could Warren Vance be severely injured?

He’s a vampire; even if he’s wounded, he’d heal himself. What kind of weapon could truly harm him?

A coin dagger or a peach wood sword??

Cyrus Hawthorne nonchalantly lowered his gaze, studying Ann Vaughn’s shocked expression, his narrow eyes instantly covered with a layer of ice, but he remained calm and collected.

"Continue the investigation," he commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes." Sept answered, then left.

The room fell silent for a moment. Ann Vaughn wanted to ask Cyrus why he had people monitoring Warren Vance, but her instincts told her to suppress her doubts.

— She felt that once she asked, she would be in deep trouble tonight.

"Is there nothing you want to ask me?" Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly asked, his voice calm.

Ann Vaughn turned her head to look at him, her clear eyes calm, "Would you tell me everything if I asked?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips lightly pressed together, a low "hmm" escaping from his throat.

"Okay. Then I want to know what happened the night you took me to Azureflame Villa, and why you’ve been so ruthless towards me, as if you’ve become a different person." Ann Vaughn asked without hesitation.

Even though so many days had passed, she could not let go of what happened that night.

She hadn’t brought it up, didn’t ask, but that didn’t mean she’d moved on.

She was just waiting for him to give her an explanation, though she’d been waiting in vain.

Ann Vaughn asked this question now, partly to avoid the topic related to Warren Vance, but ultimately because she had doubts in her heart and wanted an answer.

"You don’t remember what happened that night?" Cyrus Hawthorne squinted slightly, his expression unchanged, but the chill surrounding him had lessened significantly, no longer aggressive.

"...Are you asking knowingly??"

Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, gently moving away Ann Vaughn’s mischief-making hand, and said to her in a soft voice: "Since you forgot, there’s no need to remember, it’s not important after all."

Hearing this, Ann Vaughn furrowed her eyebrows, grabbed his tie, and complained, "If it wasn’t important, why were you so angry that night, like you wanted to eat me up??"

"Who’s to blame when Miss Vaughn is too tempting, and I lost control for a moment."

"..." Ann Vaughn’s cheeks grew hot, "Who said anything like that to you?"

With that, she pounced up to bite his chin but suddenly felt a powerful force pulling her body, trying to drag her to some place.

Ann Vaughn stared wide-eyed in astonishment, "Cyrus..."

Before she could finish her last word, Ann Vaughn vanished into thin air from Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace.

Seeing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark pupils shrank slightly, his arms reaching to catch Ann Vaughn halted in mid-air, tensed muscles straining against the fabric of his clothes.

"Annie?"

There was no response for a long time.

...

After a dizzying spin, Ann Vaughn’s blurred vision gradually cleared, and the dizzy feeling vanished, but her head still ached.

Ann Vaughn raised a hand to rub her temples and turned to speak to Cyrus Hawthorne.

"Cyrus Hawthorne...?"

But there was no sign of Cyrus Hawthorne around her.

The narrow, dim alley, the damp ground, and the dirty, colorless walls, with makeshift staircases... all filled with a lifestyle vibe entirely different from The Imperial Capital.

Where is this?

Ann Vaughn’s mind went blank for a moment; she instinctively stepped forward twice, and something crunched loudly under her foot.

"Who’s there?!"

A sharp shout suddenly came from around the corner ahead.

Ann Vaughn then realized there were others in the alley. Just as she wanted to turn and leave, someone clamped a hand on her shoulder, forcibly turning her body.

Without thinking, she turned and lifted a leg, delivering a swift and accurate side kick to the lower body of the person. As he bent over in pain and howled, she brought her elbow fiercely down on the back of his neck!

His shout cut off abruptly, and he thudded to the ground.

"Scary..." Ann Vaughn frowned, recalling the direction this person had come from, hesitated for a moment, then proceeded towards the corner.

As she got closer, the overpowering scent of blood made Ann Vaughn stop in her tracks, her eyes widening at the scene before her.

The ground was stained with blood, the unpleasant mix of iron and rust making it unbearable.

A tall figure stood in the pool of blood, and she caught a glimpse of dazzling white, but before she could fully see, her attention was drawn entirely to his bleeding right hand.

In that hand, he held a black dagger with intricate patterns, blood gathering from his fingertips to the blade, then dripping drop by drop, splattering on the ground beside him, forming beautiful but cruel blood flowers.

The man slowly turned around, his eyes in the dim light like jade and blades, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

Seeing the two bodies lying behind him, Ann Vaughn instinctively took two steps back, wanting to leave immediately.

But her movement had already caught his attention.

The corners of his lips curled up as he slowly walked out from the pool of blood towards Ann Vaughn, his murderous intent dissipating within seconds, leaving behind just a faint layer of excitement.

"Long time no see."

"My bride."

He stepped into the light from the darkness, wearing a pristine, formal white uniform, adorned with medals on his chest that glowed with supreme glory but were not as compelling as his innate elegance and nobility.

It was Warren Vance. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Ann Vaughn was dumbfounded, "How could it be you?!"

Warren Vance smiled lightly, raising a hand to touch her cheek but, upon noticing the blood on his fingers, frowned in disgust and withdrew his hand.

"You’re so smart, you should have guessed why." Warren Vance took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, his lips a bit pale.

"...I really didn’t expect you’d be this wild." Ann Vaughn had indeed guessed the reason why she appeared here, feeling a bit restless, "How did you bring me here... never mind, it’s not important. Have you thought about how I’m supposed to get back?"

"Since I brought you here, of course, I have no intention of sending you back." Warren Vance raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Ann Vaughn felt like knocking on his head, but seeing the dagger in his hand, she restrained her impulse.

"If you could bring me here, then you must have a way to send me back, right?"

"No."