Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1065: On the Night of the Full Moon, Follow Your Heart
Looking at this tsundere ghost, like he had snatched a toy from another kid’s hand and clung to it without any intent to return, Ann Vaughn was utterly speechless and turned to leave.
Did he really think he could stop her if she wanted to go back?
Just two steps away, Ann Vaughn heard a muffled groan of pain from behind and hesitated, then turned to look.
Warren Vance, who was perfectly fine just now, was now half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his abdomen tightly with one hand, while blood continuously seeped through his fingers, staining a large area of his white uniform crimson.
At first, Ann Vaughn thought it was someone else’s blood that splattered on him, so she didn’t pay much attention. But just as Sept had said, Warren Vance was indeed injured.
Since when did fantasies come true?
Ann Vaughn stepped forward to support Warren Vance, "What happened to you? Aren’t your wounds supposed to heal themselves, so why is there still so much blood?"
After saying that, she intended to help him sit on a cleaner spot beside him, but he stopped her.
Without giving Ann Vaughn the chance to move, Warren Vance took a labored breath in pain and said in a low voice, "Someone’s coming."
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, holding her breath and listening intently. Sure enough, she heard hurried footsteps just outside the alley.
She instinctively reached for the Golden Needle in her sleeve, only to find she was wearing pajamas...
Truly, Warren Vance had gotten her into quite the mess.
Frowning, Ann Vaughn looked around, suddenly having an idea, released Warren Vance, and crouched down.
The footsteps drew closer, just a few steps away from them.
Warren Vance struggled to stand, watching Ann Vaughn crouched on the ground, suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, "Annie, get behind me..."
Before he finished his sentence, those people had already arrived in front of them.
"Your Highness, under the orders of the Second Prince, we’re here to escort you back to The Royal City."
They exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and swiftly advanced towards Warren Vance.
But before they reached him, they heard three dull thuds coming from nowhere, feeling an unexplainable chill at the back of their heads.
Sensing the threat from behind, they immediately turned to confront it.
But fast as they were, they couldn’t match Ann Vaughn who hid in the shadows awaiting a sneak attack.
The bricks rained down on their foreheads one after another like cracking open a row of golden eggs, and the feeling was both exhilarating and shocking.
They didn’t even see who ambushed them before they rolled their eyes back and were knocked out cold.
Ann Vaughn discarded the shattered brick in her hand, wiping the cold sweat off her forehead with lingering fear.
"What kind of luck is this lately, it’s either frying pans or bricks, can’t I have a normal self-defense weapon..."
If this got out, wouldn’t her image as the Little Fairy crumble on the spot?
After sighing, Ann Vaughn looked towards Warren Vance who was leaning against the wall, "What were you saying earlier?"
Warren Vance’s gaze lingered for a second on the smashed brick, slightly sweaty, "...Nothing."
"Oh, then we better leave here quickly... Wait, do you have a safe place to go?"
"Yes, Remembrance Garden is my mother’s private property, not many people know of it."
Ann Vaughn was about to nod when she suddenly remembered something.
"Do you have money for a ride?"
"No need."
Before Ann Vaughn understood what ’no need’ meant, Warren Vance grabbed her wrist.
With his other hand, he made a gesture, and suddenly her vision blurred.
Once her senses returned, Ann Vaughn noticed that the surroundings seemed to have changed.
But it was so dark here, she could only make out vague outlines.
Warren Vance pressed his hand on his abdomen again, raised his hand slightly, and instantly illuminated the room with candlelight.
However, his already pale face looked even worse, his brows furrowed tightly.
Ann Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief; she could adapt briefly to the darkness but couldn’t endure it indefinitely.
"Right, just now..." Ann Vaughn turned her head, but didn’t see Warren Vance’s figure, perplexed, she looked down to find him actually collapsed on the ground.
Ann Vaughn quickly helped the semi-unconscious Warren Vance onto the sofa and immediately searched for a medical kit to tend to his wound.
"Ignore it, it will heal on its own." Warren Vance’s chest heaved, breathing uneven yet his voice sounded just as normal as before, without a hint of difference.
If she hadn’t seen his waist, shoulder, and arm injuries, Ann Vaughn might have been fooled by his voice.
Though aware that Warren Vance was no ordinary person, Ann Vaughn couldn’t just sit by and do nothing for an injured person.
She quickly disinfected his wounds and rummaged through the medical kit, thankfully finding a bottle of topical medicine.
"The wound on your abdomen was caused by a bullet, but I didn’t find the bullet." Ann Vaughn said as she applied the medicine.
"I removed it myself." Warren Vance lowered his gaze, watching her attentively apply medicine, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, "When vampires lose too much blood, they urgently need fresh blood to replenish what they lack, aren’t you afraid I’ll bite the hand that feeds me?"
If it were the usual Warren Vance, Ann Vaughn might be wary.
But he was struggling just to stand up now, why should she fear him?
"I do find it curious though," Ann Vaughn said with a grin, pressing a cotton swab against his wound, satisfied only when he gasped, "In the past, your wounds would heal completely in at most two minutes, this time it seems unusual?"
Warren Vance chuckled lightly, turning his head to look at the full moon outside the long window, and casually said, "Our clan’s abilities are closely tied to the phases of the moon, especially on a full moon night."
Ann Vaughn glanced outside the window, "The full moon should empower you, why is your ability weakened instead?"
"There’s a clan edict: on a full moon one must not act against one’s heart." Warren Vance’s gaze returned to Ann Vaughn’s face, his eyes like dark red glazed glass softening for a moment, "Perhaps a violation of the taboo."
What kind of bizarre clan rule is this?
Moreover, being severely injured, he could still teleport all the way to Remembrance Garden, was his ability truly weakened??
Ann Vaughn grumbled internally but showed nothing on her face, finished bandaging Warren Vance, closed the medical kit and stood up, looking at him.
"Warren Vance."
"Hm?"
"There’s an old saying in our country, a kindness as small as a drop of water should be repaid with a spring."
Before she could continue, Warren Vance looked at the butterfly knot on the bandage and chuckled, "Currently, the pursuers are all after me, are you sure you want to leave now and abandon me?"
Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows but remained silent.
Warren Vance continued, "With my abilities uncertain when they’ll recover, if I fall into the hands of those people, it’s a dead end."
"...But if I stay here, I can’t really help you."
"You can." Warren Vance’s voice was warm and assuring, "Staying with me is the greatest help you could offer."
Ann Vaughn remained silent for a while, then nodded, "Just to make it clear, once you’re safe, send me back immediately. If you trick me again this time..."
Warren Vance raised his brows at her.
"I’ll hang you out to dry on the balcony."
Warren Vance: "..."
This phrase, it seemed like he’d heard it somewhere before.
