Chapter 154: Chapter 154: He Will Never Give Her His True Heart
The paper with words that initially made her heart flutter, she treasured it greatly, but later Cynthia Vaughn snatched it away and threw it out.
However, the words written on it and the feeling of her blushing cheeks and pounding heart for the first time remained in Ann Vaughn’s heart.
The thing Ann Vaughn didn’t expect was that she herself would end up like that little fox, loving but unable to have, only to watch as the person she liked drifted further and further away.
His small world already has someone else.
"Annie, Annie?"
Ann Vaughn was lost in thought for quite a while, and only when she heard Juliana Jacobs’ voice did she snap back to reality, staring blankly at her teasing smile, "What’s up?"
"You’re thinking about President Hawthorne, aren’t you?" Juliana Jacobs looked at her ambiguously, "One look at your expression and I can guess, it’s that sweetness one shows when thinking of their beloved."
Ann Vaughn’s pretty face blushed, she quickly waved her hand to deny: "No, it’s not that, I was thinking about something else, not him..."
"Thinking about who?"
A familiar deep magnetic voice unexpectedly came from the entrance.
Ann Vaughn immediately turned her head and saw Cyrus Hawthorne casually placing his car keys on the shelf by the entrance and coming over with one hand in his pocket, her cheeks turned red.
"President Hawthorne." Juliana Jacobs stood up and greeted him politely.
"Hmm," Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, and when he saw what she was holding, his eyebrows raised slightly, "What’s that?"
"This is a scar removal cream made by Annie herself, specially prepared for my daughter."
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded lightly, then moved his gaze from the elegant handwriting to Ann Vaughn’s blushing face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Juliana Jacobs still wanted to thank Ann Vaughn properly, but she knew that staying would be inappropriate at this time, so she excused herself and left.
Once she left, only Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne were left in the apartment, staring at each other with a strange atmosphere.
"Why are you here?"
"Beef noodles will do."
They spoke at the same time, but their conversation was completely unrelated, leaving people puzzled.
Ann Vaughn paused for a few seconds, then put down the cushion under his "you figure it out" gaze and got up, muttering softly, "This isn’t a restaurant."
"If you want to open a restaurant, it’s not impossible either." Cyrus Hawthorne leaned on the single sofa, his long legs casually on the corner of the glass table.
He looked tired and dusty, his handsome face exhausted, with narrowed eyes and his shirt wrinkled, two of the buttons undone.
Yet there was an indescribable charm to his disheveled appearance.
"But I’d rather run my small clinic well and complete my studies." Ann Vaughn paused, looking at his profile with a complex gaze.
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne scoffed lightly, not caring at all, without even opening his eyes, "So, you’ve decided to give up the baby?"
His nearly indifferent words made Ann Vaughn stiffen, and when she realized what he meant, her back felt cold.
When Cyrus Hawthorne canceled her TV program, replaced her endorsements, and used his power to have her expelled from the Chinese medicine clinic, he meant nothing more than —
She could only choose between career and child.
No wonder, no wonder Mark Joyce showed up with that endorsement contract, not to compensate her!
It was only to deliver a fatal blow when she let her guard down!
At this moment, Ann Vaughn realized how naïve she was as she could not comprehend even a little of this man’s thoughts.
His occasional tenderness, teasing jokes, and even his willingness to show his true self were all there,
But he would never offer her his true heart.
And she, mistaking his whims for real, was the biggest joke of all.
After a while, Ann Vaughn snapped out of her daze, said nothing more, and went into the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later, Ann Vaughn placed the beef noodles on the dining table and when she went into the living room, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne leaning against a cushion with closed eyes as if asleep.
She paused for two seconds, resisted the urge to wake him, turned directly back to her room, and closed the door.
Not long after she entered the room, Cyrus Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, his handsome face tinged with a slight abnormal redness, and his brow tightly furrowed.
He pressed his throbbing temple, didn’t take it seriously, and got up to walk to the dining table.
Ann Vaughn played soothing music in her room and did some prenatal yoga, stopping half an hour later.
She picked up her phone from the table and saw that Mark Joyce had called her several times but she hadn’t heard because it was on silent.
She was puzzled when Mark Joyce’s call came in again.
Ann Vaughn answered, "Special Assistant Joyce, is there something you need?"
"Miss Vaughn, is President Hawthorne there with you?"
"He’s here..."
"That’s good." Mark Joyce seemed to sigh with relief, "Miss Vaughn, then I’ll leave it to you, the attending doctor said President Hawthorne might have a fever, but he never cares about minor illnesses, and doesn’t listen to the doctor, so I have to trouble you."
Ann Vaughn’s eyebrows gently furrowed, "A fever? But just now, he seemed fine."
He didn’t look like someone with something wrong.
"President Hawthorne has been overseas negotiating with foreign companies these days, barely having any rest, and although usually that kind of work intensity might not affect him much, these days, his old ailments..."
"How could he forget his ailment’s flare-up time, didn’t you remind him?" Ann Vaughn took several vials of medicine from the drawer, speaking as she walked out.
"I’m sorry, I wasn’t with him on this trip," Mark Joyce didn’t mention that it was due to the endorsement contract, pausing before saying, "and the foreign collaboration happened four days ago, he was initially supposed to go abroad that day and return the next."
"But because he postponed the matters of that day, it almost caused irreparable consequences, so it became this troublesome."
Mark Joyce didn’t elaborate, but Ann Vaughn understood.
Four days ago, it was the Saxon Family’s engagement party, and she had learned from Sutton Jennings that Cyrus would be going abroad that day, so she felt safe going out.
But Cyrus didn’t go, instead postponed the collaboration to catch her...
"Thank you for telling me, I know what to do, don’t worry." After saying this, Ann Vaughn opened the guest room door and went in, but didn’t see Cyrus inside.
The sound of water came from the bathroom.
Ann Vaughn looked at the frosted glass door for a few seconds, remembering the bowl of beef noodles Cyrus had just eaten.
Beef is an allergen, he knew he wasn’t feeling well yet still ate it.
How little does he care about his own body?
This question inevitably made Ann Vaughn think of the previous sessions of interrupted old ailment treatments for various reasons, after which Cyrus hadn’t mentioned it again, as if completely unconcerned about life and death.