Chapter 586: Chapter 586: How Could It Be You?!
What kind of person his nephew is, Quinn knows perfectly well. He can’t even catch the tail of Ann Vaughn, so how could they end up together?
What kind of man would be lucky enough to win her favor?
Shane: "..." It’s possible to not love, but why hurt him?
"I’m going out for some air!" Frustrated, Shane threw down these words and directly got up and left The Drifting Bamboo Pavilion.
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After leaving The Drifting Bamboo Pavilion, Ann Vaughn initially thought the restroom was nearby, but after circling around a few times and not seeing the restroom sign, she realized—
She was actually lost.
"Weren’t you going to the restroom? Why have you ended up in front of another room?"
As Ann Vaughn stood silently at the corner of the corridor, Shane’s slightly awkward voice suddenly came from behind.
He initially planned to leave first, avoiding seeing Ann Vaughn’s face—
His heart raced and his ears burned uncontrollably.
It greatly damaged his reputation as the Little Tyrant.
Ann Vaughn turned and saw Shane, with a strange expression, keeping his fist against his lips and lightly coughing, and she sighed, "I think I took a wrong turn. Do you know where the restroom is?"
"Well... I seem to have some impression, let me help you find it." Suddenly impulsive, Shane changed his mind about what he was originally going to say.
Ann Vaughn didn’t doubt him, "Could you please show me the way?"
Shane tried his best to make his expression appear unsuspecting of any mischief, nodded reservedly, "Follow me."
After saying that, he walked straight ahead.
Ann Vaughn followed him, bypassing the central courtyard, then through the garden, passing two corridors. Winter Plum Pavilion appeared in front of them, yet the restroom was still nowhere in sight.
Feeling discomfort in her lower abdomen, Ann Vaughn’s face paled slightly as she stopped and said hoarsely, "If you don’t know, I’ll ask a waiter for directions."
Saying this, she attempted to crouch down to ease the throbbing pain in her abdomen.
Today’s rain had left the ground slippery and wet. Ann Vaughn only intended to crouch down, but her foot slipped unexpectedly, sending her falling backward!
"Careful!" Shane noticed something was off in her voice, turned around to witness the thrilling scene, quickly grabbed her hand, and pulled her up, only then realizing her face was pallid.
He just wanted to spend some alone time with Ann Vaughn and walked ahead, hence missing out on all this.
Simultaneously.
At the end of the corridor before the courtyard, a few people slowly approached.
The leading man was akin to scenery from an ink painting, instantly capturing the courtyard’s magnificence, making it impossible for one to look away.
Every move was naturally noble and aloof.
Though those behind him were less prominent, their demeanor and appearance were certainly not commonplace.
"Hey, even with rain coming, young couples are here out in the open being intimate. Youth is wonderful." Evan Sawyer whistled and jokingly said, seeing a man and woman who seemed to be embracing in the distance.
"What do you know? It’s called being playful."
"Haha, this guy is nearly married, probably knows more about ’playfulness’ than us."
"Honestly puzzled, diving headfirst into the marriage grave, mourning for you a second."
Evan Sawyer was instantly displeased, "Cian is the first among us to get married, he went in so early without issues. Do you think I would have problems?"
Saying this, Evan Sawyer went to pat the man’s shoulder, "Right? What are you looking at?"
The man suddenly paused for some unknown reason, his ink-black narrow eyes slightly squinted, his gaze locked intensely on the ’young couple’ not far away.
Before Evan Sawyer could ask again, the man took a long stride, walking heavily towards that direction.
"Where are you going? Winter Plum Pavilion isn’t that way." Evan Sawyer asked from behind.
"You guys go ahead."
The cold tone dropped these words, and the man’s tall and slender figure quickly blurred into the gradually rising rain mist.
In the courtyard, the air became increasingly humid.
"I’ll take you to the hospital." Shane saw Ann Vaughn crouched on the ground, unable to recover after a long time, reaching out prepared to help her up.
But as soon as he extended his hand, an intense looming figure appeared out of nowhere, swiftly picked Ann Vaughn up from the ground.
Without consent, turned around and left holding her.
"Hey, who are you!" Shane came to his senses, intending to chase after.
But the man’s steps were swift; the courtyard mist made the scenery hazy, and Shane was utterly unable to find the person’s whereabouts, dumbfoundedly stuck on the spot.
Inside the restroom.
Ann Vaughn’s head was heavy, vaguely feeling herself placed on something cold, initially thinking it was Shane, instinctively tried to free herself from the hand gripping her wrist tightly.
The next second the force suddenly became intense, so much so that Ann Vaughn almost thought her hand bones would crush.
She endured the headache, barely lifted her eyes to look.
The pair of ink-dark and ominous eyes, carrying a storm-like ferocity, straight away struck into her sight.
Not Shane.
But... Cyrus Hawthorne!
"Why is it you?!" Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened, shocked looking at the cold and stern face right in front.
In an instant, a wave of nameless fire shot up to the top of her head. Desperately trying to pull her wrist free from his palm, "Let go of me!"
Her first reaction and struggle only fueled the man’s internal anger more, nearly erupting!
Not only did he refuse to let go, but forcefully pinned her against the wall near the sink. His long legs firmly slipped between hers, coercively approached her face.
Ann Vaughn attempted to struggle, but her hands were effortlessly trapped by him and pressed heavily against the wall.
Her back clung tightly to the cold wall, while the lean and tall figure of the man was close in front; his unique crisp scent wrapped around her nose, faintly discernible.
Like an utterly enveloping web, unyieldingly enclosing her whole being in his domain with no escape.
"Let go!" Ann Vaughn furiously clenched her lips, feeling her slender legs under her long dress so apprehensive they dared not move, afraid any motion would emphasize his taut waist’s strength.
This embarrassing posture made her wish she could find a hole to hide in.
This place is a restroom!
"You’re disappointed it’s me, not Shane?" Cyrus Hawthorne lifted her chin, forcing her to look at himself, his slanted eyes cold and intimidating, frost covering the surface.
"Hugging and cuddling with another man in front of me, Ann Vaughn, do you think I’m dead?"
His voice, devoid of warmth, chilled Ann Vaughn’s entire body, her delicate fingers clenched tighter and tighter, her brain hurting and angry nearly to burst.
Yet the hostility and coldness emitted from him wrapped tightly around Ann Vaughn, making even breathing feel chilly, making it hard to catch her breath.