Ava looked over, and a dazzling gold Ferrari was parked behind their car, the flashy model and striking pure gold instantly blinding everything around it. Ava squinted, watching the person getting out from the driver’s seat. A flashy pink shirt, beige casual pants, a cool black pair of aviator sunglasses, tall and leggy, exuding the air of a noble young gentleman, Ava recognized immediately who this person was. The one who suddenly appeared outside her hospital room that day and then vanished without a trace. Ava glanced at Ethan only once before looking away and sending a message to that person. The person hadn’t come back to the hospital these past two days, he went off to busy himself, and Ava wasn’t surprised, after all, he’d stayed in the Maldives so long that she was starting to suspect he wasn’t normal. So not seeing him these past two days seemed normal to her instead. However, she hadn’t sent him any messages or called him these days, and he didn’t either. As usual, if she didn’t contact him, he wouldn’t contact her. Now she was being discharged and about to return home, she didn’t know if Vincent had told him, but never mind, she would. Ava quickly typed on her phone, and soon a message was sent. The message was successfully sent, and Ava put away the phone, ready to get in the car, when Lauren’s voice, lovestruck, fell into her ear. Ava frowned and looked at Lauren. Lauren had already forgotten about loading the luggage, her eyes bright as she watched the man coming over with one hand in his pocket. Ethan’s Chinese was excellent, and hearing Lauren’s comment, he smiled charmingly at her, as handsome as could be. Lauren was instantly captivated, head over heels. Ava couldn’t bear to watch, stuffed her hands in her pockets, and said coolly, "Let’s go!" Lauren snapped back to her senses, quickly opened the car door for her, and kept winking at Ava, "Ava, that handsome guy is looking at you!" Excited, thrilled, and gossiping, Ava didn’t want to bother with her as she was about to get in the car when a familiar voice came from behind. Ava stopped in her tracks and turned to see Vincent Donovan walking over from the front. Vincent was no longer wearing a white coat, instead dressed in a casual shirt and pants, darker in color than Ethan’s, a man who appeared mature, steady, and reassuring. Original content can be found at noveⅼfire.net Ava smiled, "Dr. Donovan, heading out?" Ava still didn’t know the relationship between Vincent and Poe Vaughn, let alone that Ethan knew Vincent and Poe. Ethan stood to the side, wearing sunglasses, watching Ava who was smiling, a completely different face compared to how she treated him. Unable to resist, Ethan raised an eyebrow, looking at Vincent. Vincent didn’t look at him; he looked at Ava coming over, "Leaving?" Stopping in front of Ava, looking at the bright face in the sunlight, he wore his usual gentle smile. Ava blinked, "Of course I’m leaving, I’ve been in the hospital so long I’m getting moldy; staying longer and I’d start to stink." "Thanks to Dr. Donovan this time, otherwise I wouldn’t have been discharged so quickly. I’ll treat you to a meal when I get the chance." For Ava, Vincent had already become a friend. And Vincent’s meticulous care for her during this period made her someone who always repaid kindness keep it in mind, so she saved Vincent’s number, planning to treat him to a meal when there was a chance. Thanking someone means treating them to a meal. For Ava, it’s a firm rule. Vincent heard her say this, recalling the straightforwardness when she asked for his number, his smile deepened: "Sure." "You probably have things to do, I won’t hold you up. If you need any help in the future, feel free to call me." Ava waved and smiled at Vincent, then turned to get into the car. Lauren also quickly waved to Vincent, and then to Ethan, only then getting into the car. The car swiftly drove away. Ethan stood there, watching as the car quickly disappeared, then pressed down his sunglasses, looking at Vincent with a meaningful expression: "You actually have her number?" Without waiting for Vincent to speak, Ethan grinned, and with interest continued, "Does Poe know?" This was clearly stirring the pot, Vincent turned to him, smiling openly, "Are you jealous?" After Ethan had been snubbed by Ava, he had gone to Vincent’s office to complain, expressing all sorts of displeasures, recounting how insulted he felt by Ava, as if she had wronged him greatly. At first, hearing Ethan describe Ava, Vincent didn’t really believe it. Because in his interactions with Ava, she was easy to get along with, a direct and straightforward girl, not one for indirectness or having inconsistent motives, pure at heart. In today’s society, there aren’t many girls with Ava’s personality, especially in her circle. That she could maintain her true self was quite rare. But hearing how Ethan described Ava’s attitude, he somewhat started to believe him. Although he still didn’t understand why Ava was so indifferent to Ethan. "I’d be jealous? Do I look like someone with a small mind?" Ethan’s true thoughts were exposed, he instantly crossed his arms, showing a face that said don’t associate jealousy with his grand self. Vincent didn’t want to argue with him, smiled and said, "Let’s go." Ethan was here to pick him up; they were heading to the airport, going to Las Vegas for an academic conference. This academic conference gathered research talents from all over the world, the top ones, and Poe Vaughn would be attending too. After getting in the car, Vincent took out his phone to call that person. He was going to tell him about Ava’s discharge and departure. At this moment, in Las Vegas. At the airport, through the VIP passage. A sharply dressed man walked out, exuding an inner aura of coldness, abstinent and noble. The phone powered up, and a message came in. He looked at the sender’s name on the screen, his fingertip slightly moving, opening the message. Ava: [I’m discharged now, heading to the airport, should be back home around 11 or 12 at night. When are you coming back? Don’t forget your cousin’s birthday, you only have three days left. Let me know when you’re done and heading back, so I know you’re home.] As he read the message, it seemed like ordinary language with no extra thoughts, but it read as if a wife were reminding her husband of some important family matters. Poe Vaughn’s eyes showed a subtle change, as if the dense coldness also melted a bit, the aura that made him unapproachable was not as intimidating. His fingertip opened a reply, intending to type and send it when a call came through. The name popped up on the screen, Poe Vaughn swiped with his fingertip and picked up the phone, "Hello." He raised his eyes, looking ahead, his steps not halting. But with his raised eyes, a person standing in front entered his gaze.