Chapter 656: Chapter 656: Forget It, It Has Nothing to Do With Me
"I also want to hate you, but if I can still summon my hate looking at this face, then I might just get struck by lightning."
She’s a devoted disciple of the beauty-worship cult, firmly refusing to betray her beliefs!
Ann Vaughn: ?
Alright, she still overestimated the limits of a beauty-obsessed person.
Seeing Ann Vaughn silent, Kressiel propped her chin and smiled, "Let’s not talk about this. I came to find you today for something important."
"Go ahead."
"The Snow Glaze Cream you gave me, aside from using it on scars, I applied a bit on healthy skin and found my skin became much paler in less than a week." Kressiel pulled down her collar a bit to show Ann Vaughn.
Compared to the surrounding deep tan skin that looked sunburned, it indeed became much whiter.
Ann Vaughn nodded and raised an eyebrow at her, "So what?"
Kressiel fixed her collar and continued explaining, "Our country is located at the border of the Taran Desert, with a hot and dry climate year-round. Most women’s skin isn’t much better than mine."
"If you’re willing to collaborate with me to sell Snow Glaze Cream in my country, I’m willing to fund and handle all the matters, while you just need to provide the formula."
Somewhat guessing her intentions, Ann Vaughn wasn’t too surprised, rather a bit amazed that Kressiel, who seemed like a carefree princess, actually had a knack for business.
Healing while not forgetting to earn money at the same time.
"Sure, how do we split the profits?" Without much hesitation, Ann Vaughn asked.
"You take the larger portion, sixty-forty. How’s that?"
Seeing Kressiel being so generous and proactive, Ann Vaughn naturally wouldn’t let her suffer losses, so she said, "Let’s do fifty-fifty. I’ll adjust the formula again to create a skincare product more suited to your skin conditions."
The Snow Glaze Cream given to Kressiel contained herbal ingredients for treating external injuries, which weren’t necessary if purely for skin whitening and beautification.
"So straightforward." Kressiel flashed a bright smile, "Of course, I don’t mind if you provide more formulas. Countries near the Taran Desert aren’t just us."
With her status, selling Snow Glaze Cream throughout her own territory and neighboring countries would be effortless.
Her parents, who set up a research lab to heal her facial injuries, could finally serve a purpose.
Kressiel didn’t stay for long before she took her leave.
Ann Vaughn also felt a bit drowsy and lazily lay back on the hospital bed.
Just as Kressiel reached the door, she stopped, somewhat curiously asking her.
"Without considering anything else, Warren Vance is dignified, outstanding, and unparalleled among his peers. Becoming his Princess grants you the greatest power and wealth in Gothasen."
"With such a man devoted to you, haven’t you ever been moved?"
Even her doting parents raised her as Warren Vance’s fiancée, because of this unique honor and wealth.
Her every action, interest, and style were meticulously tailored to Warren Vance’s preferences.
But why doesn’t Ann Vaughn want all this despite being easily attainable?
On hearing Kressiel’s question, Ann Vaughn slightly turned her head to look at her. She was just about to answer when the hospital room door suddenly swung open.
A tall, slender figure stepped into the room.
The room, originally spacious, instantly felt narrow, filled with a chilling, piercing cold that climbed through every pore.
Kressiel, closest to the door, shivered instantly, inadvertently making eye contact with the imposing man, feeling an abrupt illusion of being choked breathless by an invisible hand.
How terrifying...
Fear made Kressiel forget even her beauty-obsessed instincts and stammered, asking Ann Vaughn: "Th-this is the treasure you spoke of the other day?"
But mother, why do the most handsome men seem the scariest??
She wanted to go home.
Yet suddenly, the shadowy, frigid aura around the man dissipated a bit.
Ann Vaughn, resisting fatigue, instantly sobered up: ??? Shut up!
Kressiel dared not stay longer in this dangerous room and hurriedly left.
"I actually meant Kenny, not you, don’t misunderstand." Knowing Cyrus Hawthorne might dislike being called such an affectionate term, Ann Vaughn quickly explained.
But as soon as she finished speaking, the temperature in the room rapidly dropped to zero.
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly raised his eyes, with a hint of sarcastic amusement gazing at her flustered face, "Mrs. Hawthorne has quite a few treasures: Kenny, Xuanbing Needle, Black Swan Cake, and..."
"The man who took you away that day, is it?"
Although his handsome face showed some smile, it was cold to the bone, devoid of warmth.
Ann Vaughn gently furrowed her slender brows, feeling a slight sting in her heart as if bitten by an ant due to his indifferent tone and demeanor, "No..."
Kenny aside, what’s the deal with Xuanbing Needle and Black Swan Cake?
She did say those things were her lifeline, losing the former would sadden her to death, losing the latter would leave her craving to death.
But these can’t be generalized...
Step by step, Ann Vaughn secretly glanced at Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold and indifferent expression, recalling her time as Warren Vance’s ’nominal Princess,’ shrunk her little neck.
At the time, she didn’t feel anything, but looking back... it was practically courting disaster.
But she couldn’t predict that she and Cyrus Hawthorne would reconcile, right?
With this in mind, Ann Vaughn began to explain somewhat dejectedly, but before she could utter a syllable, Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold, low voice once again sounded, "Forget it, it’s irrelevant to me."
Irrelevant to me.
These four words were like a cold shower pouring directly over Ann Vaughn’s head.
Saturating her entirely, down to her bones.
It instantly extinguished all her bewilderment, the courage she took so hard to muster for confession.
He doesn’t pursue the matter, she should feel relieved.
But at this moment, Ann Vaughn’s heart only felt a tinge of bitterness, not a trace of happiness.
Did Cyrus Hawthorne refrain from questioning because he trusted her, or simply because... he didn’t care?
This realization weighed on Ann Vaughn like a mountain, almost suffocating her, her tremulous lashes slowly drooping, masking the disappointment and melancholy about to spill from her eyes.
...
Since that day, Ann Vaughn continued to rest in the hospital, focusing on recovery until fully healed.
But based on Kenny and Bella Hawthorne urging her to take medicine, along with her improving health, discharge seemed imminent.