Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1027: A Sense of Responsibility as the Mistress
Ian Yardley could no longer hold back his urge to rush in and stop it. As soon as he began to turn his wheelchair, he heard a discussion behind him.
"I wonder what Mr. Cyrus is cooking for Miss Vaughn today?"
"Last night’s seafood mushroom soup, ginger fish fillets, and crab roe tofu, just from the smell, I almost couldn’t resist stealing a few bites! Unfortunately, Miss Vaughn didn’t seem to like them much..."
"Miss Vaughn has a heavy palate, preferring spicy and stimulating foods. Mr. Cyrus has been making light and nutritious dishes recently, so naturally, Miss Vaughn wouldn’t like them."
"If she doesn’t like them, then why does she clean her plate every time..."
"Because Mr. Cyrus said if Miss Vaughn skips a meal, he’ll make an extra day of bland food."
"..."
Again??
Seafood mushroom soup, ginger fish fillets, crab roe tofu??
And Ann Vaughn doesn’t like them???
These keywords pierced Ian Yardley’s ears like needles, causing him discomfort.
More uncomfortable was yet to come, as Cyrus Hawthorne prepared meals just for Ann Vaughn, without any intent of inviting Ian to join them.
Even though he was sitting at the kitchen door...
As soon as he returned to his room, Ian couldn’t wait to take out his phone and dial a number.
"Ian." A smiling female voice came from the other end of the line. "How is everything going smoothly?"
"Very smoothly. From the moment I got off the plane until now, I haven’t had to worry about anything. Kingston has arranged the hospital and accommodations for me, so I just need to focus on recuperating." Ian’s voice suddenly dropped. "Sis, Kingston he..."
"What’s happened?"
Ian ran his hand through his hair in frustration, his voice low. "It seems like Kingston has a girlfriend."
There was a pause on the other side, and after a while, a laugh came through. "So what, it’s actually good. If Kingston didn’t have a girlfriend, Grandpa Hawthorne would be worried sick."
That was Ian’s first thought when he saw Ann Vaughn as well.
She was too strikingly beautiful.
A beauty that didn’t seem like it could remain in the human world.
Men might be willing to play around with her, but they wouldn’t necessarily want to marry her and bring her home.
But...
Ian hesitated for a moment before recounting what he had seen to Willow Yardley.
Over there, the smile on Willow’s face gradually faded, and she almost snapped the freshly pruned rose stem in her hand.
"Are you sure you weren’t mistaken? Kingston never cooks."
"I wasn’t mistaken, I saw it with my own eyes." Ian was extremely gloomy. "And I’ve heard from the maids that it’s not the first time."
Willow casually discarded the rose in her hand indifferently. "What does that mean? As long as they’re not married, nothing counts."
"That’s true! Oh, right, Sis, I just mentioned to Kingston about you being set up on blind dates. Kingston said you’re still young, and there’s no rush." Ian chuckled. "Maybe Kingston wants to wait until you’re of legal marriage age..."
"Pfft." Willow laughed, clearing away the gloom from her heart. "You and your chatter, alright, I have to go to my piano lesson. Talk to you later. Also, take care of yourself while I’m not around."
"Don’t worry, Kingston will make sure I’m well-looked after."
...
In the master bedroom.
Pampered by a dinner from The Archfiend, Ann Vaughn was lying on his lap, too stuffed to move even after half an hour, and was humming and demanding him to massage her belly.
Ann was almost as relaxed as a lazy fish, and then she heard Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep voice above her.
"Did you go to Marinia this afternoon?"
She suddenly opened her eyes in shock. "How did you know??"
"You’ve got quite the nerve, daring to leave The Imperial Capital on your own." Cyrus Hawthorne smirked faintly, lightly pinching her cheek with his long fingers, his tone slightly displeased.
Ann turned over, trying to appease Cyrus by massaging his wrist with her little paw. "Didn’t I know you had someone secretly protecting me? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone so far."
With people in that research institute watching her every move like tigers stalking prey, how could she possibly do something so foolish as to throw herself into the lion’s den?
Cyrus’s dark eyes showed a trace of helplessness as he warned her sternly, "Don’t let it happen again."
"There’s another matter I need your opinion on."
Ann patted her slightly swollen belly, looking puzzled at Cyrus. "What is it?"
"Ian has been weak since childhood and relies on a wheelchair to move around. He has no relatives in this country, so the elders entrusted him to my care." Cyrus gently stroked Ann’s ink-black hair that lay across her shoulders, speaking softly, "However, suddenly having a stranger in the house, you and Kenny might feel uncomfortable. If you don’t like it, I’ll arrange for him to stay somewhere else."
"Isn’t this the kind of thing you decide? Why ask me..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Cyrus flicked her forehead with his finger.
She was about to get upset when she heard him say calmly, "Have some awareness as the lady of the house, little girl."
...Who’s a little girl!!
Ann covered her forehead, feeling like sweetness was bubbling up her heart, making her lips involuntarily curl upwards.
To be fair, if Cyrus had come to her with a domineering attitude on Ian’s stay, she probably wouldn’t have bothered to give her opinion.
After all, she wasn’t without options outside of 8th Avenue.
But he cared deeply for her opinions and feelings. She could hear it in his voice; if she shook her head, he’d have no qualms about sending Ian away.
With such consideration for her, how could she bear to put him in a difficult situation?
"It’ll take some getting used to, but it’s not a big deal." Ann grasped Cyrus’s strong waist. "If Kenny agrees, then let him stay here."
Little Dumpling may be small, but his opinions can’t be casually ignored.
Cyrus’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly as he looked down at the little woman huddled in his arms, his eyes growing darker.
"Annie," his low, magnetic voice carried an unspeakable hoarseness, "is your period over?"
"It’s been over for ages. Even though I told you, you still don’t believe me and insist on making me eat those bland tonics. In weather like this, we should be eating rich and drinking thro— Wait, why are you looking at me like that?"
Meeting Cyrus’s deep and dangerous gaze, Ann realized there was a hint of danger that made her instinctively pull back.
But halfway through her retreat, Cyrus pulled her back into his arms, then lifted her towards the bed with steady steps.
Ann panicked. "Cyrus, what are you doing? I warn you, don’t mess around. My period isn’t over yet. I don’t want to battle you here in blood—"
Before she could finish, she heard soft chuckles above her, echoing with endless tenderness.
"Little girl, you didn’t say that just now."
