Poe Vaughn’s eyes changed for a moment as he held her clothes, ceasing all movement. He stared at her, with a terrifying undertone lurking within. He intended to dress her, but paused due to Ava Sterling’s tensed body. Ava also dared not move, rigidly watching him. She clearly felt the change in his body, even more frightening than before. At this moment, her heart pounded violently, a terrifying thought formed. She wondered... maybe she should just... not go back... This thought was shameful, yet once formed, it excited her, making her blood boil. Ava flicked her tongue, lightly licking her lips; she looked at the darkening night outside, then at the man in front of her. Poe Vaughn continued to gaze at her, the intensity in his eyes clearly conveying his thoughts. It could be said, as their eyes met, they could instantly see what the other was thinking. Ava moved her fingers, then leaned in to kiss him: "Maybe we... shouldn’t go back?" Her face was red, her earlobes turned crimson, yet her body began to move against him. Poe immediately tightened his grip on her waist, as if to crush it. Yet Ava seemed to feel no pain, cupping his face, kissing him. She really liked him. At this moment, something exploded within. Poe Vaughn swiftly picked up Ava, standing up. Ava was startled, instantly wrapping her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, eyes wide open as she looked at him, while a sound of discomfort escaped her lips. They were unbelievably intimate... She couldn’t take it... Poe ignored it, but as he stood, the veins on his arms bulged, and the storm in his eyes seemed ready to break any moment. But he made no sound, no movement, just walked out. Ava instantly bit her lip, trying to stifle her voice. As he moved, her body became uncomfortable as he remained within her, never separating. It was truly torturous. Unable to bear it, Ava hugged him tightly, biting down hard on his shoulder. Poe said nothing, letting her bite, and then he carried her to open a door, soon, Ava fell onto a soft bed. She instinctively looked around, but just as the surroundings blurred by, he pressed down on her. In the next moment, Ava had no other thoughts. Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Wei finished dinner, Mrs. Wei tidied the kitchen, while Mrs. Yu stepped out. She looked outside as the sky darkened, but the two hadn’t returned yet. Mrs. Yu looked at the time in the living room, it was nearly seven o’clock. She saw Sharon Sheridan tending to Poe Vaughn’s flowers in the backyard; she generally enjoyed gardening, naturally doing it here as well. Mrs. Yu approached Sharon, speaking up: "Madam, dinner’s ready." Sharon was trimming excess branches with scissors; hearing Mrs. Yu, she asked, "What time is it?" Mrs. Yu replied: "It’s six thirty-seven." Sharon looked up at the darkening sky, then told Mrs. Yu: "Bring me my phone." Mrs. Yu retrieved Sharon’s phone, as Sharon set down the watering can, taking the phone and dialing a number. Soon, Quentin Quinn’s voice came through, Sharon wore a loving smile: "Ah, Quentin, have little Poe and the others returned yet?" Quentin was still at the company; overtime was common for him especially as President Vaughn hadn’t left yet. Naturally, he was at the office too. Since Ava arrived almost two hours ago, she hadn’t left, he had instructed the secretary not to disturb them. The secretary understood. So for nearly two hours, the secretary hadn’t let anyone approach the president’s office. Only the employees who didn’t see Ava come out eventually left work, leaving only a few still working overtime. Quentin checked his watch, then said, "Not yet." Sharon lightly moved her gaze, smiling: "Are they still busy?" Quentin replied: "The Mrs. came after five, she hasn’t left the company since." With these words, Sharon understood. "Oh, I see, that’s fine." "Let them be busy, you shouldn’t disturb them." Hanging up, Sharon’s smile deepened. Mrs. Yu saw Sharon’s expression, clearly something good had happened, and said: "Third Young Master and Young Madam?" Sharon put down her phone, instructing Mrs. Yu: "Pack dinner in a thermal pot and take it to Quentin at the office." Mrs. Yu understood, smiling and nodding: "Okay." She promptly went to prepare, while Sharon’s face beamed. She looked at the darkened sky, as satisfied as can be. She thought perhaps next year she could hold her great-grandchild. Night arrived silently, Mrs. Yu personally delivered dinner to Quentin and left. Quentin called the secretary, asking if Poe Vaughn and Ava had come out; the secretary said no. He set the thermal pot aside, waiting. He believed President Vaughn would come out, it was just a matter of time. The night deepened, and as time passed, the city’s lights grew more brilliant. In the room, the raging desire still burned, showing no sign of abating. The bed was in disarray, clothes strewn everywhere, even the curtains were a tangled mess. Ava felt as if her body no longer belonged to her but to Poe Vaughn’s whims, as she clung to him. Time was indiscernible, the room filled with only their intense presence, until after a climax of passion, Ava lay limply on Poe, utterly spent. She felt she had never been so uninhibited, it was as if she wasn’t herself but someone else. Poe lay on the carpet, holding her; his chest heaved mightily, as did the body atop it, yet he didn’t move. He just held her, listening to her breathing, her heartbeat, feeling the softness of her body, her trust and ease. At this moment, the room’s intensity quieted, the fervent fire fading, leaving peace and tranquility. Discover more novels at novｅlfire.net Along with the lingering romance and dependence after their union. The room’s temperature cooled, and Poe didn’t wait for Ava to chill before carrying her into the bathroom. Ava thought he was about to continue, but he didn’t. He took her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and soon, warm water washed over them. He began to cleanse her, his demeanor calm, his mind elsewhere. It was the first time Ava was so aware being with him after their act; she watched him under the shower, his expression serious, despite being wet, his hair not as meticulously neat, even slightly disheveled, yet to her, he still looked charming, even more so with an unusual unruliness, very attractive. Especially as the hair got wet, water dripping from the tips and landing in his eyes, causing discomfort, he raised a hand, smoothing his hair back. A natural movement, without pretense, but this action made Ava’s heart race, veins pulsing. Unable to resist, Ava grasped Poe Vaughn’s face and gave him a kiss. Poe looked up, staring at her.