Sister You was coming up from the staircase, holding a glass of milk. Seeing Ava, Sister You broke into a smile and walked over, "Madam, do you need something?" Ava was wearing a nightgown, her long hair casually draped behind her back, as relaxed as could be. Clearly, she came out for something. Ava had thought Sister You had already gone to bed, but hadn’t expected her not to, and it turned out to be such a coincidence that as soon as she came out, she ran into Sister You. A trusted aide by the elderly lady’s side, a savvy individual. Naturally, Ava wouldn’t tell Sister You she came out to find a blanket. "Haha, I was feeling a bit thirsty and thought of going downstairs for a glass of water." Ava said with a laugh, showing no signs of anything amiss. "I just happened to bring a glass of milk for the young madam. Drinking a glass of milk before bed might help with sleep." Saying this, Sister You handed the milk to Ava, "I’ll go and pour you a glass of hot water." "It’s chilly tonight, the young madam has just recovered from an illness. It’s better to rest in the bedroom to avoid catching a cold." "I’m fine, I’m already better, no problem at all." "That won’t do, it’s still best for the young madam to lie down on the bed." With that, Sister You ushered Ava into the bedroom. Ava had no choice but to enter the bedroom under Sister You’s insistence. It seemed Sister You wouldn’t be assured until she lay in bed, taking the milk from Ava and placing it on the bedside table, then helped Ava with the quilt to let her lie down. Poe Vaughn hadn’t slept yet; he sat at the other end, reading a book. He didn’t react to Ava and Sister You entering; he continued reading. As if he didn’t know what the two were doing. Ava observed him intently reading, oblivious to those around him, simply followed Sister You’s actions to sit on the bed, grabbing the quilt to cover herself. But Sister You wouldn’t allow her such randomness, took the quilt and properly covered Ava, then said, "Young madam, you lie down first, I’ll pour some hot water for you." "Alright, thank you, Sister You." "Young madam, don’t mention it." Sister You left smiling, and before exiting, glanced at Poe Vaughn reading and the smile in her eyes deepened. The source of thɪs content is novel·fire.net The young madam wants to find a way not to share the bed with the third young master, while the third young master knowingly pleases her and the elderly lady and complaisantly cooperates with them. With the bedroom door closed, Ava watched, listening carefully to the sounds of footsteps outside. Until Sister You walked away, Ava hurriedly turned around, looking at the man sitting beside reading a book, "I originally wanted to get a blanket but didn’t expect to bump into Sister You." "Grandma coming to the house is definitely to supervise us, as is Sister You, so there’s no choice. I have to temporarily share the bed with you." Indeed, she was forced, absolutely not willing. Poe Vaughn flipped a page, neither looking at Ava nor listening to her words, as if he was reading intently, not wanting to be disturbed. Ava carefully watched Poe Vaughn’s expression; not an ounce of displeasure, the cold and noble demeanor unchanging. Yet, she could vaguely see that he wasn’t angry. Why should he be angry? She’s acting along to please the elderly lady, by cooperating so well, how could he possibly be angry? Thus, Ava relaxed and lay down on the bed without concern, giving up the idea of finding a blanket to sleep on the sofa. Soon enough, Sister You came with hot water, and to show that she was indeed thirsty, Ava gulped down the entire glass. Afterward, she said to Sister You, "Sister You, I’m fine now, you should go rest." Sister You nodded with a smile, then glanced at the untouched milk on the bedside table, saying, "Does the young madam still need to drink the milk?" With a glass of water down, it was indeed quite a lot. But having two glasses, one would surely be quite full. However, Ava didn’t refuse and directly took it over, gulping down every bit. "Hehe, young madam and the third young master should rest early." Ava said, "Understood, you go rest already, Sister You." Sister You left with the two glasses, and Ava lay back on the bed, listening to the footsteps outside fade, letting out a satisfied burp. Hearing this, Poe Vaughn closed the book, placing it on the bedside table, then lay down. Ava heard the movements beside her and turned to look at the person calmly laying down. Had he finished reading? Or was it time? Instinctively, Ava glanced at the time on the bedside table, realizing it was almost ten o’clock. Time to sleep, indeed. Ava closed her eyes, hands placed on the quilt, gathering sleepiness. At this moment, she had no distractions whatsoever, truly just intending to sleep peacefully. But with the lights on, how could she sleep? Ava opened her eyes, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The light was bright, illuminating the bedroom clearly and fully. Ava glanced at the person beside her, Poe Vaughn closed his eyes, sleeping posture impeccable, sleep appearance equally good—no mouth open, no snoring, like a prince. Particularly this flawless face; even his eyelashes were attractive, quite charming. Soon Ava shifted her gaze, looking for the light switch to turn off the lights. Despite this handsome man, she now had immunity, no longer losing herself over this face. Especially now, she wanted to be a reserved person, naturally very rational, knowing the importance of things. The switch was on Poe Vaughn’s side, so Ava promptly got off the bed, circled around to his side to turn off the light. She wouldn’t, like last time at the old house, climb over him to switch off the light, scared of waking him. And unwilling for any accident to occur. Click, the light went out. The bedroom instantly plunged into darkness. Ava stood there, not quite adapted to the sudden darkness, momentarily not moving. But soon, the light from outside filtered in, allowing the room to be slightly visible. Ava cautiously went around the bed to lie back down, nothing unexpected happening midway. Great, she was relieved. Covering herself nicely with the quilt, she closed her eyes. Sleepiness came quickly. Ava let go of all those chaotic thoughts and soon drifted into slumber. Beside her came the sound of gentle breathing, immensely peaceful. Ava was asleep. Poe Vaughn opened his eyes, turning to look at the person beside him. Ava was sleeping soundly tonight, even her sleeping posture was perfect, seemingly making a genuine effort to be reserved. Poe Vaughn watched her face in the dim light, listening to her calm, sleeping breaths, then stretched out his hand to pull her closer.