Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1023: How Am I Spoiled?

Ann Vaughn: "..."

Good grief, he’s actually holding that over me.

"Who said I can’t sleep alone!?"

This is simply a massive joke!

After saying this, Ann Vaughn furiously tossed the quilt in her hand, walked to the other side of the bed with a defiant stride, and lay down, pulling the quilt over herself.

Not long after, a timid voice came from under the quilt, completely unlike Ann Vaughn herself.

"If you dare to leave this room tonight, I’ll jump out of the window."

Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly chuckled, losing interest in the document in his hand, set it aside, picked up the remote and turned off the main lights in the room, leaving only two wall lamps.

Feeling the bed beside her sink slightly and a faint familiar scent drifting to her nose, Ann Vaughn’s tense heart finally began to relax.

However, she relaxed too soon.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s long arms hooked her in from the edge of the bed into his embrace, domineeringly restraining her petite body, not allowing her to roll out.

Ann Vaughn huffed with anger, "Why are you holding me? Go hug your cat if you have the guts!"

"Hmm." With his chin gently resting on the top of her head, Cyrus responded from his throat.

Hearing his response, Ann Vaughn thought he would let go, but not only did he not let go, he held her even tighter.

This is so confusing.

"You..." Ann Vaughn just said "you" when she suddenly noticed something wrong.

In Villa No. 8, there’s no mention of a cat, not even a cat hair, where did Cyrus Hawthorne keep a cat?

Just as this question arose, Ann Vaughn recalled what Cyrus Hawthorne said earlier.

——"Indeed precious and delicate, won’t eat food given by others, have to watch personally to feel assured."

Two big question marks suddenly appeared above her head.

Is, this, about, me?!

"In what way am I delicate?!" Ann Vaughn lifted her head from his embrace, asking discontentedly.

"In every way." Perhaps it was the fatigue, Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was a bit huskier than usual, sounding incredibly seductive to the ear.

Ann Vaughn’s ears heated up without dignity, and she stopped dwelling on the cat issue, her mind gradually occupied by other questions.

The more she thought, the more complex emotions filled Ann Vaughn’s eyes.

"How fantastical."

She unconsciously muttered out loud, overheard by Cyrus Hawthorne.

"What’s fantastical?" he asked in a deep voice.

Ann Vaughn pursed her lips, not knowing how to start the conversation.

There was a time before when she suspected she was in love with two men at the same time, avoiding James Vaughn for several days because of it, never managing to sort out her feelings.

But unexpectedly, the two men she fell in love with were actually the same person.

And that public account article...

"Cyrus Hawthorne, how did we get married in the first place? And why did we get divorced?" After a long silence, Ann Vaughn finally asked.

Cyrus Hawthorne was not surprised by her curiosity about these two questions.

From her intensely controlled tone, it was not difficult to hear that she might have known something.

Cyrus Hawthorne pondered for a few seconds and did not hide it from her, briefly explaining after omitting some unpleasant memories.

"So you’re saying I didn’t actually cut in and steal someone else’s fiancé to marry you?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up.

"Who told you that?"

Ann Vaughn murmured, "Just, someone I know."

"Recently, you’ve been avoiding me because of what you heard?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes deepened, and his voice sank.

"Hmm..."

Getting her thoughts out, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but shrink her neck, trembling as she tried to change the subject: "It’s getting late, let’s just sleep. What if Ryan Wyatt comes in the middle of the night..."

In an attempt to change the subject, Ann Vaughn almost scared herself, nervously glancing around the room.

Cyrus Hawthorne pulled her back into his arms again, coolly saying: "If he comes once, I’ll kill him once."

"...You’re such a freak."

"If I were a freak, do you think you’d still be lying here safely?"

"..."

Ann Vaughn silently tightened the collar of her pajamas, lowered her head, and pretended to be asleep.

Can’t provoke this, really can’t provoke this.

... 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The next morning, the Little Dumpling, somehow managing to offend The Archfiend, was sent back to school directly.

Ann Vaughn’s suggestion to move back to No.16 was also stifled by The Archfiend in its cradle.

After breakfast, Ann Vaughn discussed with Cyrus Hawthorne about finding a psychologist for consultation.

Cyrus Hawthorne set down his coffee cup, calmly said: "Breeze is an expert in this field, why go far to seek help?"

So, Breeze, just about to embark on a return flight for the second time, was ruthlessly dragged back to No. 8 again.

Resigned to his fate, Breeze walked into the room and sat in front of Ann Vaughn, looking weary, "What would you like to consult about?"

Ann Vaughn assumed Breeze hadn’t slept well, not realizing his repeated departures were repeatedly thwarted.

"Cyrus Hawthorne says you’re an expert in this area and that apart from Ryan Wyatt, you’re the only one who understands Puppetry Technique." After discussing with Cyrus Hawthorne during breakfast, Ann Vaughn had a rough idea in mind.

Breeze nodded, "That’s correct."

"Ever since Ryan Wyatt helped me regain my memory last time, I’ve been able to remember more and more things. But strangely, I can’t remember anything related to Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny, who are closest to me."

"That’s quite normal," Breeze spoke sincerely, "For some, amnesia might resolve in a week or a month, while others might never recover fully in their lifetime. Your situation is actually quite good."

"Is there any other way to remember everything?"

What could there be?

Breeze was about to say there’s none, but the words got stuck when they reached his mouth.

"Of course there is!"

Ann Vaughn’s eyes instantly brightened, "What is it?"

Breeze hesitated, looking unsure whether to speak or not, "It’s possible that... Sigh, forget it, it’s a bit complicated to explain."

His vague words made Ann Vaughn anxious, "Complicated is fine, just tell me what the method is?"

"For those with amnesia, the most effective and convenient recovery method is the mental therapy of scenario re-enactment," Breeze said earnestly, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Ann Vaughn gave a small nod, "You mean to, live with Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny as I did before the amnesia?"

"Exactly, it’s best to do so daily, which is beneficial for memory recovery. Most importantly, persistence is key; your amnesia is quite serious, so maintaining patience is crucial."

After hearing Breeze’s words, Ann Vaughn fell into silence.

Setting aside Kenny for now...

Before the amnesia, how did she usually interact with Cyrus Hawthorne?

Seeing that she likely understood, Breeze continued with a clear conscience, "I think no one would know better than Mr. Hawthorne, you might as well ask him."