Why is he calling her? This was so sudden, Ava Sterling hadn’t expected it. But quickly, Sharon Sheridan’s face flashed through Ava’s mind, and she immediately answered the call: "Hello." He must be calling because of the grandmother. At this moment, Ava had a certain thought in her mind that the grandmother hadn’t left and was still at home. "Where are you?" A deep voice came through, accompanied by the sound of pages turning. Ava blinked and said, "I’m at the office, what’s up?" As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator dinged open. Poe Vaughn heard the elevator sound over the phone, closed the file, and looked at the increasingly congested traffic: "Finished with work?" "Yeah, just finished." "Did you call about grandma?" "Is grandma still at home?" Before Poe Vaughn could answer, Ava quickly said, "When I left today, grandma said she wanted to stay home, no matter what, waiting for me to be fine before she returns." "Do you think grandma meant it?" Ava walked outside, her heels clicking on the floor. Poe Vaughn listened to the sound and said, "Wait for me at the office." Ava stopped in her tracks instantly. "Wait for you? Why wait for you? Are we going somewhere?" Ava stood in the company lobby, watching the bustling street outside. It was rush hour, very lively, with cars and pedestrians everywhere. With that, the call ended. Ava was stunned, the busy signal blaring in her ear. She frowned, took the phone down, and looked at the screen, now back at the contact list, puzzled. Does that mean he’s coming to pick her up? Ava’s heart fluttered. Why does it feel strange? Though she couldn’t figure out why Poe Vaughn was doing this, since he said so, Ava went to sit on a sofa in the lobby and waited. At this time, relaxing, she remembered her own condition. Ava touched her forehead; she didn’t feel feverish. Sensing her body’s condition closely, she felt much better than she did at noon. Except for a bit of fatigue, everything else was fine. She said she would recover quickly, and indeed she did. Ava lay back on the sofa with relief, closing her eyes to let the fatigue slowly dissipate. She didn’t know how much time passed, but then her phone vibrated. Ava opened her eyes, picked up the phone, and checked it. It was Poe Vaughn’s call; he should be here. Ava picked up the phone, grabbed her bag, and went out: "Are you here?" Ava headed straight for the door, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and frowned, saying, "Wait!" Poe Vaughn was about to hang up but heard her sudden urgency and moved his eyes slightly, bringing the phone back to his ear: "What’s wrong?" His voice was typically indifferent, but if you listened carefully, it was different—lower, with a bit of warmth. Even his voice had emotion, no longer flat and devoid of human touch. As Ava spoke, she gripped her phone tightly and looked outside for Poe Vaughn’s car. Poe Vaughn didn’t say anything. But Ava immediately saw the black Bentley parked right at the front door, so dazzling it made everything around it seem dull, with only it shining brightly. The source of thɪs content is novelꞁire.net She immediately turned expressionless and said, "Blatantly waiting at the door for me—to make sure everyone knows Ava Sterling is getting into a VIP’s car?" "Are you trying to reveal our relationship?" "Hurry up, move the car up ahead, I’ll walk over!" Ava ordered directly, just like a wife giving orders to her husband, not at all unfamiliar. Poe Vaughn remained silent. His eyes looked at the person standing in the lobby. That cautiousness, as if they were having an affair or something. Ava didn’t hear Poe Vaughn respond, frowned, and raised her voice: "Poe—Vaughn—!"