Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1016: The Art of Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain
"Flower wall... maze?" Her gaze fell on the reduced image of that coordinate, and Ann Vaughn’s eyes gradually turned dazed.
This place...
So familiar.
"Yes, at the end of the maze there’s a sea of roses, reportedly airlifted overnight from abroad, with rare varieties. So the mayor only allows people to view from outside the designated lines and forbids anyone from getting too close," Teresa Grant said. "Trust me, it’s worth seeing."
"Thank you..." Ann Vaughn’s voice was as light as a murmur, and her gaze was reluctant to leave the map. "I will go."
Upstairs.
After her bath, Ann Vaughn returned to her room and saw the Little Dumpling sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a book and reading earnestly. His focused expression bore some resemblance to James Vaughn’s.
"Mommy." The Little Dumpling looked up and called softly.
Ann Vaughn snapped out of her daze, walked over with a radiant smile, and gently pinched the Little Dumpling’s cute, soft cheeks.
"By the way, my good boy, I haven’t seen you the past couple of days. Where have you been?"
"Kenny was staying at the villa with Grandpa," the Little Dumpling said in a sweet voice. "Great-grandpa was sick and wanted to see Kenny, so I went up the mountain without having time to tell Mommy."
Of course, that was not true.
Old Master Hawthorne’s illness was just a diversion tactic.
After staying at the villa for a few days, the Little Dumpling was worried about Old Master Hawthorne’s health and specially made a medical bracelet for him to monitor his condition in real-time to prevent any incidents.
Unexpectedly, the bracelet showed that the old master’s health data was all normal, with no illness or pain.
Only then did the Little Dumpling realize he had been tricked by The Archfiend.
But now it seemed that the father and son were even.
Ann Vaughn was unaware of the intricate details and asked worriedly, "How is Old Master Vaughn’s health now?"
"Don’t worry, Mommy, he’s fine now, so Kenny came down the mountain." The Little Dumpling smiled adorably, and it was hard for anyone to see that he was a little dumpling with sesame filling.
Only then did Ann Vaughn feel relieved, although she had only met Old Master Vaughn once, for some unknown reason, she always felt a familiar sense of kinship.
The night deepened.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning in bed. Afraid of waking up the Little Dumpling beside her, she sat up, holding the crescent stone, and examined it under the moonlight from the window, squinting her eyes.
It’s hard to imagine that this small stone, less than two centimeters in diameter, could change the quality of the Lunara Spring’s water and endow it with unique properties.
Unfortunately, no one has discovered the special nature of the Lunara Spring.
As she thought about it, Ann Vaughn looked down at her arm, wondering if it was just an illusion, but her skin seemed a shade whiter than usual, and her pores were almost invisible.
And it had only been three hours since she drank the spring water...
While pleasantly surprised, there was a subtle heaviness in Ann Vaughn’s heart.
As the saying goes, a gentleman does not harbor treasures, or they become his downfall. Until she had the capability to protect this secret, she could not afford to reveal it.
Ann Vaughn opened the drawer, put the crescent stone inside, and accidentally caught sight of her phone, which had been off for a day. She hesitated and picked it up.
Her fingertip gently pressed on the power button, intending to turn it on.
But suddenly, she thought of Cyrus Hawthorne’s frosty, handsome face, and she shivered.
If she got caught and taken back again, she’d probably freeze.
...
The next morning.
Ann Vaughn woke up early, picked out a simple outfit from her suitcase, and after breakfast, she and Kenny headed out.
From the observation car, they could take in the unique scenery of the town.
The vintage streets, the cobblestone-paved blue paths, the seemingly old yet charming streetlights, and the red phone booths long since out of use all painted a serene, distant picture.
The pace of life here was slow; everyone was unrushed and leisurely, a sight that soothed the mind.
"Mommy, it’s so quiet here," Kenny murmured to Ann Vaughn as he looked out at the scenery. "It’s so different from White Queen Town next door."
"Indeed, just by the name, the White Queen sounds so cold, while the hot and passionate one should be The Red Queen," Ann Vaughn mused. "But these two towns are completely opposite."
The Little Dumpling didn’t react at once and licked his little lips, saying, "The candied hawthorn in White Queen Town is delicious. I wonder if they have any here?"
"Their maple syrup is also quite nice; it’s the purest Mommy has ever tasted... uh?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Ann Vaughn was completely bewildered.
Wait—
What just happened?
When did she ever have maple syrup from White Queen Town??
"Mommy?" The Little Dumpling looked at Ann Vaughn with sparkling eyes. "Is the maple syrup from White Queen Town delicious?"
"Uh, Mommy just blurted it out. I’ve never had maple syrup from there," Ann Vaughn said, frustrated, rubbing her head. How did this happen, that her mouth moved faster than her brain?
Seeing that Ann Vaughn didn’t seem to remember anything, the Little Dumpling softly uttered an "Oh," turning his little head with some disappointment.
Before long, they arrived at the flower wall maze.
This was a privately built area, hence, access was restricted, allowing only a hundred visitors each day.
Even though Ann Vaughn and Kenny arrived quite early, they had underestimated the maze’s popularity; the visitor slots were already filled before seven o’clock.
With her lips pursed red, Ann Vaughn felt a wave of inexplicable disappointment.
"Mommy, Kenny just rechecked with the staff, and they made a mistake in the count, so there are still two slots left," the Little Dumpling slyly returned to Ann Vaughn’s side, holding her hand.
Ann Vaughn’s dimmed eyes immediately sparkled with surprise: "Our luck is just incredible!"
Quickly picking up Kenny, she hurried inside, afraid the staff would suddenly change their minds.
She couldn’t explain why, but Ann Vaughn had a feeling—
If she didn’t go in today, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
When stepping into the flower wall maze, Ann Vaughn knew her intuition hadn’t failed her.
A strange yet familiar feeling overwhelmed her.
She reached out to touch the flower wall in front of her, her fine brows furrowed, with eyes containing a forcibly contained emotion about to erupt: "Something is missing here..."
Something... very precious to her.
But she couldn’t put into words what it was exactly.
In a moment of clarity, Ann Vaughn was guided forward, walking through the maze until she reached that sea of roses. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
The Little Dumpling didn’t disturb her even at this time, remaining silent, following her like a little chick.
As she took in the scene before her, Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened, filled with immense disbelief.
This place was exactly the same as the dreams she had every night!
Ann Vaughn swayed, and the previously blurred images from her dreams suddenly became vividly clear, deeply etched into her mind.
