The deep voice interrupted Sharon Sheridan’s words, instantly dissipating the melancholic atmosphere. Ava immediately looked over; up ahead, a man in sportswear was walking toward them. His face was covered in sweat from exertion, giving his usually pale skin a rosy hue, making him look less cold and unfeeling. Upon seeing Poe Vaughn, Ava felt like she had found her savior, overwhelmed with emotion. She rushed over and grabbed Poe Vaughn’s arm, speaking quickly: "Grandma is so worried about us sleeping in separate rooms, she’s almost in tears." "I can’t bear to see elderly people cry, you need to find a way to reassure her, don’t let grandma worry, don’t let her cry." Ava clutched Poe Vaughn’s arm urgently, holding tightly, clinging to it like her last straw of hope, too afraid to let go. Poe Vaughn’s arm was sweaty and warm, but Ava clung to it without caring about the dampness. He slightly moved his arm, trying to pull away to avoid dampening her, but she held tightly, trusting intensely. His eyes shifted slightly, no longer pulling back, allowing her to hold onto him as they walked toward Sharon. Sharon looked at them; under the sunlight, both were tall and handsome, perfectly matched. Seeing them stand together was like gazing at a stunning painting, so fulfilling. Yet, while her heart was satisfied, her face didn’t show the slightest hint of it; she remained worried and powerless. Ava noticed Sharon’s expression and quickly shook Poe Vaughn’s hand, signaling for him to speak. Poe Vaughn led Ava up to Sharon, facing the elder whose face was filled with concern, he spoke, "Grandma, we’re fine." Upon hearing this, Sharon’s expression immediately fell. Fine? How could they be fine if they still hadn’t been sleeping in the same room? Sharon glanced at Poe Vaughn, then let out a long sigh: "Ah..." "What should we do about this?" Sharon’s emotions plummeted instantly, even more aggrieved than before, which stirred Ava into a panic. She shot a fierce look at Poe Vaughn, urging him to comfort the elder, to reassure her, make sure she wouldn’t feel down; instead, his one sentence only made her more upset. It’s utterly useless! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelFɪre.net Ava immediately let go of Poe Vaughn’s arm and came to Sharon’s side, holding her arm, and spoke rapidly: "Grandma, that’s just how he is, don’t worry." "Even if you don’t trust him, you can trust me, right?" "Isn’t there a saying about opposites attracting? One is outgoing, one is introverted, that’s a perfect match!" "Someone like me who talks a lot needs a quiet person like Poe Vaughn to make a great pair." "If we were the same, wouldn’t we be arguing every day?" "We’re actually good , he tolerates me, doesn’t nitpick, and my temper quickly dissipates." "Rest assured, we’re really fine, really doing exceptionally well!" Listening to Ava’s words, Sharon glanced at Poe Vaughn again, then shook her head with yet another sigh, leaving Ava feeling utterly defeated. "Grandma, what would it take for you to believe we’re okay?" "I truly don’t know what else to do." "We’ve gotten married, we’re living together, and even though we’ve slept apart for a few days, we haven’t divorced, nor do we treat each other like enemies." "Besides, Poe Vaughn looks so handsome, has a great physique, earns money, and doesn’t fancy other women, why wouldn’t I want him?" "I absolutely need him!" "He’s exactly the type I like; I’m already planning to have a baby with him." "What more do you want from me?" In her urgency, Ava spilled everything, heedless of anything else. But after she finished speaking, Ava froze.