Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1054: My Hand Hurts, Feed Me

[I’m in room 1111. When will you arrive?]

Ann Vaughn had just sent her text when a reply from Cyrus Hawthorne popped up on her phone.

Gazing down for a moment, she recalled the topic of gossip among the socialites earlier. Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, her thick lashes masking the thoughts in her eyes.

The elevator reached the tenth floor. Ann Vaughn walked along the corridor to find the door marked 1111, then pushed the door open and entered.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that without any sound other than her own footsteps, her impulse to speak was immediately squashed as she moved behind the screen.

Only to find the only large bed in the room was empty.

Where was Cyrus?

Just as this question arose, Ann Vaughn’s wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand reaching out from the shadows, yanking her into a pitch-black space!

Click.

The door lock was suddenly opened by someone, a champagne-colored silhouette quickly entered the room, then re-locked the door, a look of obvious smugness on her face, balanced between makeup’s light and shadow.

She raised her hand and turned off all the lights in the room. It dimmed, then she walked toward the bed.

The room’s floral scent was mixed with an unknown fragrance, unidentifiable, not that she cared.

In the dimness, she reached the bed and casually tugged down the strap of her gown, revealing most of her creamy white skin. Just as she was about to lie down, a figure embraced her from behind.

She turned around and hugged the person with a smile. The gown on her body nearly slipped off, and almost every inch of her skin was pressed tightly against him.

The figure first stiffened, then as if captivated by something, began to touch her all over.

Meanwhile, inside the wardrobe in the room.

Ann Vaughn was blindfolded and had her mouth covered, her petite body forcibly held from behind, unable to break free or make a sound, seething internally with anger.

Especially when the discordant noises from outside the wardrobe reached her ears, her scalp tingled and her face burned bright red.

What was this?!

"President Hawthorne, be gentle, don’t be annoying..."

This sentence drifted into Ann Vaughn’s ears from outside the wardrobe, leaving her feeling as if struck by lightning, forgetting even to struggle, her entire body stiff with shock.

Outside the wardrobe, the sticky noises continued, with an ever-intensifying trend, making her wish to block her ears, never to hear again.

Who knows how long it lasted, but finally there was silence outside the wardrobe.

By then, Ann Vaughn was nearly frozen like a statue.

Forcing herself to suppress the embarrassment she felt, her body tried to shift slightly, only for the man behind her to tighten his grip, holding her back into his embrace, his arm around her waist unyielding, not allowing her to move.

She was seated back against him, her entire back seemingly embedded into his chest, closely melded to him.

This position was way too dangerous for her.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, you’re so annoying!" Ann Vaughn could no longer bear it, whispering angrily with a flushed face, "At a time like this, you’re still being a rogue!"

Cyrus chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing past her ear, tinged with a deep, scorching hint of desire.

"Who told you to be foolish, knowing it’s dangerous, but still barging in intentionally?"

"If I didn’t come in, how would I know if you’re really here? What if I didn’t come, and you were..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ann Vaughn was forced to tilt her head back, her warm lips pressed down upon by his firm kiss.

Concerned about being discovered by outsiders, Ann Vaughn reached out to push him away, but given her current posture, trying to push Cyrus, who was kissing her from behind, it was practically impossible.

A beauty in his arms, restlessly moving, teasing, inflaming without realizing it.

Cyrus managing to hold back from devouring the little lamb in his arms at this moment was already remarkable.

But some interest, he had to reclaim.

The wardrobe inside was cramped, barely accommodating the two of them.

And in such an intensely close space, where even breathing was intertwined, the tiniest spark could set the whole place ablaze.

Ann Vaughn’s tongue was numbed by his sucking, as waves of heat surged through her body, with fine sweat appearing at the tip of her small nose, unsure if it was from shame or heat.

It was a long while before Cyrus released Ann Vaughn’s lips, sagging breathlessly against her neck, attempting to quell the burning heat in his lower abdomen, breathing abnormally heavy.

Ann Vaughn only then noticed his abnormality, lightly placing her fingers on his wrist, her face instantly turning pale.

"You were drugged, when did that happen?"

"You should have noticed it when you came in earlier." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was excessively hoarse, his arms tightening her further into his embrace, trying to ease the unordinary urges within him.

If not for the wrong timing and place, Ann Vaughn would have been devoured clean.

When Ann Vaughn entered earlier, she did notice a scent resembling an aphrodisiac, but before she could ponder it further, Cyrus pulled her into the wardrobe.

No wonder she felt hot even with the air conditioner on high; she was caught up in it too... 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Eat this first." From her intricately designed necklace, Ann Vaughn pulled out two antidote pills, took one, then offered the other to Cyrus Hawthorne.

Unexpectedly, she was met by his eyes, dark as night, akin to a beast lurking in the shadows, ready to break free at any moment.

Her heart trembled, "You’ve held on for so long, just endure a bit more, it works fast..."

Cyrus Hawthorne licked his cheek, almost laughing from the teasing of this little ingrate.

He didn’t move, merely watching her, "My hand hurts, feed me."

Ann Vaughn silently glanced at her own tightly-bound waist, picked up the antidote pill and was about to bring it to his lips, only for him to say, "With your mouth."

"..."

Is this not the right time!

Can’t he have even a little sense of crisis!

"... Fine, feed it is!"

Ann Vaughn ground her teeth, taking the antidote pill between her lips, she lifted her head, yet before making contact with his lips, he took control, drawing her lips into his mouth.

His warm tongue swiftly took hold of the pill, yet didn’t stop at that.

Another round of tender sweet entanglement ensued, leaving Ann Vaughn exasperated, wondering what this man thought about every day, how every kiss turned into a dramatic affair...

She endured, thinking once the medicine’s effect passed, the impulse in his body would surely settle...

However, hopes were high, but reality was stark.