The moment the door opened, Ava’s footsteps froze. All she could see was red, a glaring red that made Ava stiffen, unable to react. The bedroom was still the same, unchanged, but! The arrangement inside had changed! The wedding bed embroidered with dragons and phoenixes was neatly made, meticulously and clean, with an eye-catching bright red color that instantly gave off a festive vibe. Ignoring the double happiness character on the window, what’s with the red roses on the carpet? What’s with the heart-shaped balloons floating to the ceiling? And what’s with the plaques saying "eternal harmony" and "birth of noble sons" hanging at the head of the bed? Ava stiffly moved her gaze, landing on the red roses visible as soon as the door opened, as if they were planted in the bedroom, lining both sides like a road, all along the red roses. And this path was no ordinary one, covered with thick pink petals, forming a petal road that spread throughout the bedroom, the balcony, even to the bathroom... Big vases with double happiness characters sat on each bedside table, filled with red roses, and even the curtains hung small happiness characters, filling Ava’s view with festivity... Ava’s eye twitched, her mouth followed suit, and she suddenly felt a huge pressure. If Grandma knew the marriage between her and Poe Vaughn was fake, who knows what would happen. Poe Vaughn stood behind her, looking at the arrangement more ’over the top’ than last time, saying nothing. He stepped inside, directly onto the rose petals, to the dressing room to get clothes for a shower. Ava watched as he entered calmly, noticing the petals tremble slightly as he walked on them, pitifully, making her smile. He truly was composed. But of course, since it’s not real, no matter how well arranged, it’s just air to him. Ava’s shocked heart gradually settled, following him into the dressing room. She hadn’t brought clothes, nor had he, but it was clear there was no need to bring clothes here. Because there were clothes here, Grandma would prepare them. Watching him expertly take clothes from the closet, Ava also started to look. The wardrobe was open, the clothes inside easily visible, with both men’s and women’s clothing. On one side were men’s clothes, the other women’s, well distinguished. Ava looked at the women’s clothes with her hands on her back, seeing suits and dresses, fitted and loose, without tags, but obviously all custom-made. Ava raised her eyebrow, were these clothes all custom-made by Grandma for her? No wonder Ava thought so, there were so many clothes, not just a few, but dozens. Grandma knew she’d been married to Poe Vaughn for less than a month. In less than a month, so many clothes were made? Could it be another woman had been here before? Ava suddenly had this thought, yes, he’s a normal man, it’s impossible for him to always remain so chaste. He surely had a woman, just outsiders didn’t know. Just like her marriage to him, outsiders also don’t know. Thinking this, Ava folded her arm, touched her chin, and squinted to ponder. He’s so picky, with such high standards, ordinary women wouldn’t catch his eye. At this moment, she started to wonder what the woman he deemed worthy looked like. Thinking about this, Ava carefully checked the clothes, looked at sizes, styles, and the more she looked, the more she noticed a problem. The sizes seemed the same as hers, the styles too, did the previous woman have a similar build to her? Tall and slender, a long-legged beauty? Ava frowned, imagined herself as a man, then a tall and slender beauty standing before her, gently smiling, would she be moved? Instantly, her heart raced. Ava immediately covered her chest, mentally swearing. That’s simply unbearable! A gentle and understanding beauty standing before her, with a great figure and face, and still a gentle beauty like water, she wouldn’t resist either! This update is available on novel-fire.ɴet As for why the person should be a gentle beauty and not a fiery rose, isn’t it because men favor that type, like those homewreckers mostly pretending to be understanding, claiming not to love money, only to have the man mesmerized, granting whatever they want? At this point, Ava finally understood why he sought her. Though she lacked a gentle nature, her appearance fit the bill, tall enough, long-legged, and a good face. Besides her temper, everything met his standards. So, even as a stand-in, he could settle for her. The word came to mind, and Ava savored it, quite a taste indeed. If being a stand-in could earn her so much, her luck was incredible! This moment, Ava couldn’t help but commend her luck in letting him use her as a stand-in. Sure enough, when money comes, it can’t be stopped! Ava, in a good mood, relaxed further, and getting around this point, she felt more at ease. Some things were hard to explain before, like why he gave her expensive rewards, or why the necklace was a casual purchase, even handing her his phone to play. Clearly, he despised her, but still went to bed with her. Thinking carefully about all of this, it couldn’t stand scrutiny, but with this reason, everything was clear, with a pillar, it all made sense. Ava curled her lips, picking from these clothes. Good, good, staying by him for a few months, she might become a rich lady. Yes, she’s full of hope for the future. Poe Vaughn took his clothes and went to the bathroom, not paying any attention to Ava, and Ava didn’t look at Poe Vaughn, focusing on picking clothes in the dressing room. Gradually, she discovered a problem. Why are all the nightgowns so sexy? Either lace or revealing chest, either revealing chest or legs, or revealing chest, legs, and back, as seductive as possible. Did he like women who are gentle on the surface, but actually temptresses? Though Ava knew his preferences, she couldn’t pretend to be the type he liked. Ava is Ava, she is herself, and won’t imitate anyone else. Even for money, she won’t learn. Normally, Ava cared about comfort in her attire, not revealing anything. These nightgowns were all too sexy, beyond her comfort zone. What’s more, if she dressed like that, she’d fear setting herself ablaze, then unable to resist pouncing on him, which would be trouble. Ava tried hard to pick one less revealing but found she really couldn’t. So she moved to the clothes section, seeing if she could find a nightgown substitute, but she found, she couldn’t. There were loose and fitted suits, but none suitable for sleep, and the dresses were clearly for important occasions, very grand. She couldn’t wear such grand clothes to sleep, she’d suffocate. So Ava’s eyes moved to the men’s wardrobe, towards his shirts. He’s tall, taller than her, naturally the shirt was long, and as he’s a man, a man’s build is larger, naturally she’d wear it loosely, quite fitting, right? Ava immediately went to find a not-so-dark shirt, and then searched the drawer for women’s underwear. Then, Ava’s face stiffened. All the women’s underwear were thongs...