Heat, ambiguity, floral fragrance, everything seemed to have drifted far away from Ava Sterling. Ava looked at the person in front of her, her eyes wide open, her mind blank. She had no awareness at all. Poe Vaughn looked at the person who had landed steadily on him, her face shocked and unbelievable. He held her, his thumb moving slightly, then his lips parted. Ava’s mind buzzed, dazed. A clean fragrance rushed in, instantly entwining her lips and teeth. He gazed at her and kissed her. Not forcefully, not domineering, just like a gentle spring breeze, softly falling on her lips. Ava was stunned. Besides her heart racing, she had no idea what she should do. He kissed her, he actually kissed her... The light went out again, the ambiguous glow lingering. Poe Vaughn held the person on him, the kiss deepening, and his hand slipped into her shirt, taking control inside. The string in Ava’s mind snapped, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, then gradually closed. She had no resistance against this man. When he took the initiative, she truly had no rationality left. He kissed her, deeply, clearly not forceful yet slowly taking her breath, controlling her. At some point, Ava went from lying on him to lying on the bed, her shirt gradually unbuttoned, tossed to the floor. The air in the bedroom became chaotic, breaths unsteady, the heat rising, the floral fragrance even more intense. Ava held the person on top of her, her head slightly tilted back, her body no longer her own... Outside the door, Sharon Sheridan leaned against it, listening to the sounds from the bedroom, a satisfied smile gradually appearing on her face. The arrangement in this bedroom was ’meticulously’ set by Sharon Sheridan. If these two could resist, then she would not be Sharon Sheridan. Exchanging glances with Mrs. Yu, Sharon quietly tiptoed away. The night was deep, everything asleep, all sounds sinking into the profound night. Except inside the bedroom. Ava felt that tonight was deadly. Previously, Poe Vaughn had been extremely forceful with her, almost as if he wished he could take her apart and swallow her whole, but tonight he was very different—he wasn’t forceful at all, one could say he was exceedingly gentle. Just like a gentle township, tormenting her endlessly. An idea popped into Ava’s mind—perhaps he was concerned about the injuries on her body. Speaking of which, Vincent never said anything about not being able to have sex, but he did say not to do strenuous exercise. At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it, only believing it meant no running or working out. Thinking back, Vincent probably had another meaning. That is, no sexual activity. It had been nearly half a month since she got injured, much better now, but if he treated her as harshly as before, she might really end up seriously injured. But now, the way he was, it wouldn’t happen at all. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⸺fire.net But... it was tough... Ava was breathless from his torment, sometimes in the sky, sometimes on the ground, like riding a roller coaster, making her sweat continuously pour out. She wanted to say, don’t do this, she couldn’t take it. But such words she couldn’t utter, and when he kissed her, her mind turned into a mess, in the end, she could only clutch him, enduring in a low whisper. Later, Ava didn’t even know how she fell asleep, only vaguely feeling that she was being continuously tormented by him, even in her dreams... Deep night, Silvermist Isles. In a modern European-style villa, the study. Jace Kingsley sat in the executive chair, listening to the sounds from the phone. "Carl escaped into Mount Morian. Our people pursued him inside. He’s injured and probably won’t survive long." Jace held a pen, his thumb lightly rubbing it, "I don’t want probable." The person on the phone understood, "Yes." The call ended, Jace held the phone, looking out into the night. Ava, those who hurt you, I will not let them go. At that moment, there was a snap, the pen broke, his gaze icy to the extreme.