Could it be... this is the legendary plastic sisterhood?
"Probably after pretending for a while, they just can’t be bothered to fake it anymore." Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips slowly curled up into a faint smile, with a hint of incredulity. Follow current novels on ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Julian Ford nodded in agreement, "True, there’s no real sisterhood among the heiresses."
As soon as he finished speaking, a "bark" rang from Julian Ford’s side.
Cyrus Hawthorne furrowed his brow slightly, "What are you doing?"
"I have no choice but to climb up a tree to escape those two Tibetan Mastiffs... Who knew those brainless creatures wouldn’t leave even now?!" Julian Ford lamented his unfortunate fate.
This resulted in an even fiercer growl from the Mastiffs.
Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."
A barely perceptible sound came from the doorway.
Cyrus Hawthorne glanced sideways but saw nothing amiss except the tightly closed door. His narrow eyes squinted slightly.
Ann Vaughn peeked through the door gap and saw the man sitting on the sofa. She immediately closed the door again and tiptoed to the children’s room.
Kenny was about to sleep when he saw Ann Vaughn come in, his big eyes lit up, "Mommy, are you going to tell me a story tonight?"
Compared to the Archfiend telling him stories, of course, Kenny thought his mommy’s were better.
After all, mommy’s embrace was fragrant and soft, quite unlike the Archfiend’s hard chest. There was a big difference in their basic conditions!
"Of course." Ann Vaughn smiled sheepishly, went to the bookshelf, picked out a book they’ve never read, and walked over to Kenny’s little bed.
The Little Dumpling scooted over twice, giving up most of the bed for Ann Vaughn, his little face adorably heart-melting.
"Both are buns, one small adorable sweetheart, the other worse than a beastly wolf..." Ann Vaughn muttered quietly, lying down in the space Kenny made and flipping open the book.
Kenny felt like he heard mommy scolding the Archfiend, but couldn’t quite piece together what it was.
Something about a wolf?
"Mommy will read this one to you." Ann Vaughn found a story that didn’t seem too scary, cleared her throat, and was about to start when the door was suddenly knocked on.
A devilish threat followed into Ann Vaughn’s ear: "Are you coming over by yourself, or should I do it?"
Hearing his voice, it seemed his mood tonight wasn’t great; Ann Vaughn got chills all over.
Did she lock the door just now...?
"Mommy’s going to tell me a story, you sleep by yourself!" Before Ann Vaughn could decide, the Little Dumpling shouted domineeringly at the door.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes sparkled as she glanced at her darling, bowed her head to give his cheek a kiss, "You’re mommy’s good baby!"
She didn’t believe that with Kenny here, Cyrus Hawthorne would dare act out!
Receiving a sweet kiss, the Little Dumpling was almost too delighted to remember his own name.
Sure enough, there was no more noise outside the door.
Ann Vaughn relaxed, holding the book with one hand, gently patting the Little Dumpling’s back with the other to lull him to sleep.
In less than a minute, the Little Dumpling’s breathing became even as he fell asleep.
Originally not sleepy, Ann Vaughn gradually felt sleep descending upon her, with her eyelids growing heavier as she continued to read...
When they were deep in slumber, the children’s room door was slowly pushed open.
A tall, straight figure stepped inside from the doorway, taking a few steps to the bedside, gazing down at Ann Vaughn, who was blissfully sleeping without a care, and let out a soft chuckle through thin lips.
Little ungrateful one.
Soon, the children’s room door closed again.
The Little Dumpling lay sprawled in the center of the small bed, oblivious to the fact that his mommy had been taken away.
In the master bedroom, Cyrus Hawthorne was about to place the person in his arms onto the bed when she suddenly turned over, falling from his arms into the soft bedding.
A beautiful ring rolled out from her shirt pocket.
The fall awakened Ann Vaughn immediately, and she propped herself up with her elbows on the bed, her long hair messily half-covering her cute face, with her eyes misty, looking completely lost.
Who is she and where is she??
"Quinn?" Ann Vaughn groggily glanced at Cyrus Hawthorne standing by the bed, with an unreadable expression, and instantly got a jolt, sitting up straight.
Little did she know, when her hand landed on the place where the ring was, the protruding sensation made her frown slightly, instinctively lifting her hand.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze never left her, and he naturally didn’t miss the ring that was revealed when she suddenly raised her hand.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and before Ann Vaughn could react, he bent down and picked up the ring.
One look was enough for Cyrus Hawthorne to determine that this ring’s size matched Ann Vaughn’s ring finger precisely.
A storm brewed in his eyes in an instant.
"From Sutton Jennings?"
The chill in his voice reached her ears, waking Ann Vaughn as she looked at the ring he was toying with, causing her heart to tremble fiercely.
She knew that due to Cyrus Hawthorne’s inexplicable animosity towards Sutton Jennings, she hadn’t mentioned Sutton Jennings telling her about Jane Sheridan and Elias Hawthorne’s interaction.
Tonight, Leo Lowell and Levi Lowell both knew where she went and whom she saw, and probably reported it to Cyrus Hawthorne.
If he were to misunderstand that this ring was from Sutton Jennings...
She wouldn’t be able to keep her legs!
"It’s not from him. He mistook me for his beloved and forced it on me," Ann Vaughn explained. "At the time, he was severely injured and not lucid at all, couldn’t even recognize people."
Before Cyrus Hawthorne could speak, she added, "I wanted to give the ring to the Yan Clan to pass it back. But they seem afraid of Sutton Jennings and wouldn’t even touch the ring, so I’m holding it for safekeeping..."
Honestly, she felt insecure even saying something that sounded like such nonsense herself.
If Cyrus Hawthorne accepted a ring from another woman, she probably would have charged at him with a forty-meter machete.
But she couldn’t exactly storm into the hospital to shake Sutton Jennings awake for him to explain things to Cyrus Hawthorne...
What she didn’t know was.
The sight of her in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes slowly melted away all the shadows and frost.
Sure enough, she had done nothing.
As long as... she remained unaware.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curled into a slight arc, rendering his finely sculpted, deep-lined face irresistibly captivating, so seductive it was impossible to look away.
"The ring design is nice." Cyrus Hawthorne spoke calmly, interrupting Ann Vaughn’s wild thoughts, causing her to look back at him in shock.
His expression shifted slightly, the smile at his lips faint, "By the way, ask him for me if this designer is still taking wedding ring commissions."