An untimely knock came at the door. Two clear knocks, somewhat nonchalant but also full of interest, not the type you’d hear from a nurse or doctor. Ava Sterling was completely engrossed in the television, wholly immersed. The sudden knock pulled her right back to reality. Her face immediately turned unpleasant. Lauren Howell, knowing her disposition, knew that Ava absolutely couldn’t be disturbed while watching TV, especially when she was so focused, and hurriedly said, "I’ll get the door." Ava ignored her, continuing to watch, her brow furrowed, still looking displeased. Her hand instinctively reached to the side for something to eat, but as soon as she moved it, pain shot through her, forcing her to stop. The pain clearly reminded her of her current useless state, unable to move, unable to even pick up a simple snack. At once, Ava’s heart sank to the bottom. She lost the mood to watch TV; all she had was a deep and heavy anger. This was all due to the person who suddenly knocked on the door; otherwise, she would still be happily immersed in her own beautiful world. So at this moment, Ava no longer watched TV but turned her head to look at the hospital room door, her gaze cold. Lauren hurried to open the door, daring not to be sluggish, and as soon as the door opened, the person outside came into view, leaving her stunned. Tall and sturdy, with facial features that were the epitome of Western sculptural aesthetics, especially the eyebrows and eyes. The high brow bone and deep eye sockets typical of Westerners were especially striking. He also had a pair of captivating amber-colored eyes. Just standing there, he exuded a powerful handsome aura. Lauren, unable to bear such allure, was momentarily transfixed. Ava paid no attention to Lauren; she gazed at Ethan Ainsworth, who stood outside looking every bit the aristocratic young gentleman, her eyebrows knitting together. She was good at assessing people, recognizing status and class at a glance. The man outside seemed to wear a simple casual shirt and trousers, but the aura of nobility was something that not even the ordinarily wealthy could possess. Her gaze fell on Ethan Ainsworth’s wrist, a watch with a sea-and-sky blue dial set with diamonds. From the style, she immediately recognized it as the pinnacle BDF watches globally, and it was custom-made. Looking further at his shirt and casual trousers, there were no particularly elaborate cuts, but the details - buttons, belt, tailoring, even the stitching - were top-notch. For a moment, Poe Vaughn flashed through her mind. This man’s aura was very similar to Poe Vaughn’s, not in their scent, but in that they shared the same echelon of radiance, identical indeed. Ava’s gaze wavered slightly but then returned to watching TV. Her expression remained sour, not altering one bit because Ethan Ainsworth was handsome and outrageously wealthy. He was mixed-race and remarkably attractive, true, but that air of carefree nonchalance, those sly fox-like eyes, easily telling of an uncountable number of women falling for him. Such aristocratic playboys were not her type; Poe Vaughn was. She fancied the kind who seemed reticent, dignified on the surface but full of cunning underneath. Uh, she seemed to have a somewhat masochistic tendency... Thinking of him, Ava’s mood lightened significantly, her face looking much better. Thanks to him, she managed to escape danger this time; she was grateful to him regardless. Thinking carefully, he wasn’t bad; his temper was just a tad off, patience a bit lacking – but never mind, considering he saved her this time, she’d just give way to him more often; after all, she was generous, wasn’t she? With these thoughts, Ava suddenly wanted to call him. He saved her and sent her to the hospital, even though it was partly because he didn’t want to wear ’the green hat’ and partly out of self-interest, but helping is still helping, and saving is saving. She had to thank him, no question. People should maintain their manners. That’s how it should be. The more she thought, the happier Ava became, completely letting go of any displeasure toward Ethan Ainsworth, calling out directly, "Lauren!" Lauren, having her soul already snatched by Ethan Ainsworth, snapped back upon hearing Ava’s shout, hurriedly turning her head, "Ava, what’s up?" This turning head, the gaze was still wandering, clearly her soul hadn’t fully returned. Ava instantly frowned with disdain, "Give me the phone; I need to make a call!" Lauren hurriedly handed Ava her phone, and Ava’s face promptly darkened, "My phone..." Seeing Lauren’s bewildered state, Ava, if not needing her at the moment, would have sent Lauren packing back home immediately. Too unbearable to watch! Lauren immediately gave Ava her new phone. Ava took it, sliding her finger across the screen, simultaneously instructing, "Close the door, go out, don’t come back until I call you." At this moment, by the door. Ethan Ainsworth stood there, looking at the person inside treating him utterly as air, wanting to chuckle. He had come with great interest to see the person his friend cared about, in high spirits, yet in the instant the door opened, his mood hit rock bottom. Follow current novᴇls on ⓝovelFire.net Not for anything else, but for Ava’s first glance at him—a look brimming with pride. Especially those displeased brows and eyes, eyes filled with contempt, as if he was garbage from a dump, utterly offensive. Such a gaze was a major blow to him! After all, he was a scion of a noble family. No matter from his mother’s side or his father’s, he was absolutely aristocratic. No one had ever ignored him before. And not mentioning that, just considering his superior appearance, what woman didn’t swoon over him at a glance? But this woman was completely unaffected! Not only unaffected but filled with disdain for him, as if looking at him was an eyesore. This was simply insulting! A silent, piercing insult, something no nobleman like him could tolerate. Oh, and it didn’t stop there; what came next was even more absolute. The person now treated him entirely like air, not sparing him a glance. He, Ethan Ainsworth, thirty-three years of life, for the first time suffered such a blow, almost causing him to doubt life! Lauren, prompted by Ava’s words, also forgot about Ethan Ainsworth. Now hearing Ava’s last sentence, she was stunned, "I should go out?" Ava already found Poe Vaughn’s number and was ready to call him; upon hearing Lauren still asking such nonsense, gave Lauren a look: what do you think? Lauren promptly sealed her lips, dared not speak, and swiftly exited, shutting the door with a bang. Ethan Ainsworth: "..." This woman, he’d remember her! Ethan Ainsworth curved his lips, turned, and went to Vincent Donovan’s office, while Lauren, standing outside, only noticed there was another guest after shutting the door. But before she could speak, Ethan Ainsworth had left, with a final captivating smile, once again stealing her soul... Ava didn’t care about outside; with the door closing, the hospital room was finally quiet, and she dialed his number.