The call hasn’t been hung up, still waiting to be answered. Jace Kingsley stood there, watching the black car drive away, turn a corner, cross the street, getting farther from him. "Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable. Please try again later..." Instead of hearing Ava Sterling’s straightforward voice, an indifferent automated female voice came from the phone. Jace Kingsley’s fingers clenched as he watched the car gradually disappear from sight. He put his phone down. Ava, did you not hear me calling you? His heart sank as he stared in the direction the car vanished, into the dense night, knuckles protruding and veins bulging. Even though the car disappeared into the night, never to be seen again, he still watched intently. Ava Sterling’s phone had been resting on the long table by the window. Once the charge was full, the housekeeper aunt had unplugged it. She called Mr. Vaughn to inform him that Ma’am’s phone was left at home, asking whether it should be delivered to Ma’am. Mr. Vaughn said no, so she left Ava’s phone undisturbed, just sitting there. Ever since Ava’s visit to the old residence last night, her phone had been silent, and no one had called. As for whether anyone had sent Ava a message, she wouldn’t know. After all, she couldn’t possibly watch Ava’s phone all the time. But, as long as Ava’s phone rang or a call came in, she would tell Mr. Vaughn and let him inform Ma’am. But Ava’s phone hadn’t rung at all, so she hadn’t bothered. Just now, as the housekeeper aunt returned to the yard to water the flowers and plants, she heard an unfamiliar ringtone. The housekeeper aunt paused, looking toward the long table by the living room window, where Ava’s phone was vibrating and the music was playing incessantly. It was Ma’am’s call coming in. The housekeeper aunt immediately went over, checked the incoming call, and then dialed Poe Vaughn. The car was driving through the night, passing another car, yet Poe Vaughn didn’t pay attention. In his eyes, Ava Sterling occupied all his thoughts, leaving no room for anything else. However, a screeching brake sounded, making him blink, and his gaze shifted to the rearview mirror. A white car had stopped behind, and the same car had just crossed paths with them. Poe Vaughn looked at the car, and quickly, a tall figure got out, standing there looking over here. That gaze, that expression, was incredibly clear in the light of the night. He gazed at the figure, at that handsome face, until the figure disappeared from the rearview mirror. His eyes moved, looking ahead, depths within his gaze subtly shifting. Ava Sterling heard the screeching brake, furrowing her brows, clearly annoyed. At times , the worst thing is to be disturbed, or else the mood is lost. However, catching the night breeze was indeed cool, much more comfortable than air conditioning, so despite the disruption, she continued to close her eyes and enjoy the natural breeze. The phone’s vibrating noise sounded in the car, Ava Sterling opened her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she turned, looking at the person beside her. But as she turned her head, the wind wildly blew her hair, instantly tangling her strands. Ava Sterling quickly held her unruly long hair, pressing the car window, and soon the window rose. The wind was blocked, and the car fell silent, the whooshing of the wind gone. Ava Sterling breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pulling out her hairpin to smooth her strands. She loved her hair, enjoyed keeping it long, especially now that she was satisfied with its length. Poe Vaughn’s phone rang, his eyelids subtly moved, his gaze of deep color sinking. He pulled his gaze back, ready to take out his phone and answer the call, but suddenly, endless strands blew toward him, even wilder than before. His fingertips paused, looking at the person beside him. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelꜰire.net Rarely, she was sprawled out grabbing her hair and quickly pressing the window up, only relaxing once it closed. Swiftly, she pulled out her hairpin, using her hands to comb her strands, her head turned towards him, face facing him while the street lights outside flowed in, her eyebrows were serious and focused, without a hint of arrogance or impulsiveness, extremely quiet. Poe Vaughn looked at her, his phone vibrating in his pocket, yet he still didn’t answer. Ava Sterling was originally focused on combing her hair, but the vibrating sound continued, furrowing her brows. Come to think of it, this person seems not to have had his phone ring today, not even once did she see him take a call. He wasn’t busy today? It’s probably not that he’s not busy, it’s just that when his phone rings and he answers, she might not notice. After all, most of her attention today was on little Erin Quincy. Thinking this, Ava Sterling relaxed, continuing to comb her strands, not looking at Poe Vaughn. And Poe Vaughn, pondering over her expression, puzzled, turned his gaze, taking out his phone. The housekeeper aunt. These two words flashed on the screen, he traced his thumb across: "Hello." "Sir, Ma’am’s phone rang just now. Someone called Ma’am." The housekeeper aunt listened to the beep in the phone, waiting for Poe Vaughn to answer. And just when she thought he might be busy and unable to answer, ready to hang up, the call connected. A deep voice came, and the housekeeper aunt immediately conveyed her message. Poe Vaughn lifted his gaze, looking at the night ahead: "Whose call was it?" The housekeeper aunt checked the screen displaying the missed call, clearly showing "Jace Kingsley" and quickly replied: "It was someone named Jace Kingsley." The phone went quiet. The housekeeper aunt heard the silence and said no more, waiting for Poe Vaughn’s response. A few breaths later, Poe Vaughn released an emotionless "Mm." The busy signal buzzed in the phone, sending a hint of confusion through the housekeeper aunt. Why did she feel like Sir was different from usual? Everything seemed the same, sounding no different, yet it felt different, somehow... intimidating. Ava Sterling didn’t know what Poe Vaughn’s call was about, nor did she listen, focused on smoothing her strands, avoiding any tangles. Her hair cared for well, already soft, so after combing a while, it became much smoother. She adeptly gathered her strands, securing them with a hairpin. This time, she tied up all her hair, no longer letting it hang behind her head. She still wanted to enjoy the wind and wouldn’t want to end up looking like Medusa. With her hair tied up, Ava Sterling was about to open the window to enjoy the breeze, but remembered something, looked at the person beside her. Opening the window might affect his call? But upon turning her head, she saw him putting down his phone, the call already over. Ava Sterling relaxed, immediately pressed the window button, and soon the cool wind blew in again. She closed her eyes to enjoy, a smile lifting at the corners of her lips. "Housekeeper aunt just said, someone called you."