The words slipped out without any thought. As soon as she said them, Ava Sterling froze. She herself hadn’t expected to say anything so direct... At that moment, Poe Vaughn’s eyes suddenly opened, staring at Ava. Those eyes were sharp, dangerous. Ava shivered immediately. The hand clutching Poe Vaughn’s froze, then slowly released, trying to retract. She actually said such a thing. She actually told her benefactor she wanted a divorce; Ava Sterling, you’re something else. Her hand stiffened, her face stiffened, her body stiffened, even her heartbeat slowed. Ava looked into those terrifying eyes that could tear her to shreds, and timidly lowered her head, not daring to look anymore. Those eyes were indeed terrifying, unprecedentedly so. Her heart pounded wildly, her throat swallowing in fear. She was very flustered, very afraid. But at the same time, her mind whirred quickly, thinking about how to turn the situation around. She hadn’t meant to say those words; she wasn’t thinking about divorce—she was even thinking about having kids, so how could she possibly want a divorce? But somehow her mouth just blurted it out, completely disconnected from her body and mind. Her lips moved, her lashes trembled; Ava carefully turned away her smile, then pulled out an extra stiff smile, looking at the person staring at her. Those eyes held no warmth, chillingly frightening. For a moment, Ava felt like opening the door and rolling away, but considering the car was moving and those eyes were fixed on her, she didn’t dare. Yes, she didn’t dare. Afraid of this person. "I... I didn’t mean that..." "I... I was just anxious..." "You... you know my temperament, I’m not patient. When I speak to you, you ignore me, or deliberately ignore me, isn’t this cold violence?" "This cold violence is really unpleasant." "It’s like in a relationship, a marriage, you have to communicate properly. If one talks and the other ignores them, it can drive people crazy." "When you’re , I get so mad, I just..." Ava dared not continue because Poe Vaughn’s eyes darkened. As she was about to continue, they fell into the abyss. Then, Poe Vaughn spoke: "Forgot what I said?" His words were extremely indifferent, without a trace of warmth or heart. Like a merciless judge, ready to pronounce her guilt at any moment. Ava’s heart tightened, her lips parted immediately, her eyes widening, and at the same time, his previous words surfaced in her mind. Get full chapters from novel✶fire.net [Don’t ever mention divorce again.] At this moment, alarm bells rang, and her heart pounded wildly. Was he furious? Was he really going to divorce her? Her goal hadn’t been achieved yet... Ava was on the verge of tears. Why did she say such a thing? Clearly, she hadn’t meant to, so why did she say it? Ava deeply regretted saying those words, wishing that time could turn back so she could take them back. She was so anxious that her eyes had reddened, looking extremely pitiable. Poe Vaughn looked at her in this state, his lips pressed into a cold, emotionless line, deep colors swirling in his eyes. The atmosphere in the car became tense and oppressive. The driver looked at them in the rearview mirror, it was evident they’d had a fight. And, unusually, he hadn’t raised the partition. The driver’s heart was also racing, feeling just as tense. He glanced at Ava, then at Poe Vaughn, then back ahead, the steering wheel twitching in his hands. He swerved slightly towards Poe Vaughn. In an instant, Ava fell towards Poe Vaughn, and his brows knitted together, arms opening to catch her as she fell into his embrace. He glanced at the driver, eyes narrowing. The driver’s heart lurched, quickly saying, "I’m sorry, sir, I..." The driver couldn’t come up with a reason. Because he had done it intentionally to break the tension. Poe Vaughn looked at the driver’s flickering gaze, understanding his intentions clearly, and said, "Drive properly." With that, he pressed a button, and the partition rose. The driver watched the image in the rearview mirror get cut off, breathing a sigh of relief. Poe Vaughn did care about his wife. After hearing those words, he was surely angry, but he wouldn’t let her off that easily; she needed to take action to make amends. Yet his wife was frightened by him, flustered, doing nothing, which made him anxious. So, he decided to give them a little nudge. Otherwise, who knows what would happen next? And now, his move had worked; Poe wasn’t angry, but rather approved. Having served Poe for years, he could still gauge such affections. Ava fell into Poe Vaughn’s embrace, her senses filled with his cold yet powerful aura, immediately feeling his strong arms holding her. He was holding her with great strength. He still cared for her, not really wanting a divorce. At that moment, Ava was overjoyed. Her mind suddenly cleared. At once, she hugged Poe Vaughn, burying her face in his chest, speaking with a tearful voice: "Honey, I’m sorry..." The scent of her hair lingered at his nostrils, her soft body closely pressed against him, and most of the anger in his chest dissipated. And as this voice, filled with grievance and discomfort, reached his ears, even the last trace of anger melted away, leaving no trace behind. She always had that ability to make him angry, and then calm him down again. Poe Vaughn was silent, his body unmoving. But the arm holding Ava didn’t let go. Ava knew there was still hope for herself; she had to press on. So she lifted her head, her teary eyes meeting Poe Vaughn’s, pathetically saying: "Honey, I really didn’t mean to say that. I never thought about divorcing you in my heart." "I don’t know why I said that. I feel like I’ve become neurotic, just like some married women..." As she spoke, the tears in her eyes grew thicker, as if they could drop like pearls at any moment. Poe Vaughn watched her, knowing it was mostly an act, but it still worked on him. Especially faced with those tear-filled eyes, he couldn’t summon any anger. Ava could see that Poe Vaughn wasn’t as cold and scary as before. She clung to his shirt, batting her lashes, then a teardrop slipped silently down. "Honey, I really didn’t do it on purpose, I’m sorry..." "Please don’t be mad, alright?" In the past, Ava wouldn’t have said such delicate, sugar-coated words, the kind that made your skin crawl. But for some reason, at this moment, she mastered it naturally, instinctively rolling out these sweet words. She didn’t even find them cheesy. Poe Vaughn watched that tear fall, feeling a sharp prick in his heart, his thumb moving slightly, lips parting.