Ava Sterling was surprised. She looked at the person in front of her, completely confused about what he was trying to do. Could he be planning to get back at her? At this thought, Ava’s heart tightened. After treating him like that just now, and with him doing nothing, not even stopping it – was he just waiting for this moment? The thought brought up memories of nearly suffocating in the elevator from his kisses – it was intoxicating and intense. Suddenly, Ava covered her mouth and said warily, "Don’t you make any sudden moves." "I... I was just... just thinking you looked too handsome !" "Yes, too handsome, even more so than your usual perfectly composed self. I was simply giving you a makeover, not trying to do anything else." "You... you can’t be angry." Poe Vaughn looked at the person in his arms, full of vigilance and carefully lying, his gaze settled on the unhappiness deeper in her eyes. He spoke, "Still angry?" Ava frowned for a moment, doubting if she’d heard wrong. Did he just say she was still angry? Was he... trying to appease her? Unbelievable thoughts formed in Ava’s mind, but she quickly dismissed them. Poe Vaughn would never try to appease someone, and certainly not her. However, what did he mean by that? Ava furrowed her brows tightly, inspecting his expression, trying to see if he was angry or what he was thinking. Then Ava realized she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but she could roughly see he wasn’t angry. So, after treating him like that just now, he wasn’t angry at all? New questions arose, and this time Ava directly asked, "You... you’re not angry?" Poe Vaughn looked at the person in front of him, observing every change in her expression, without speaking, capturing all her thoughts with his eyes. And as her tentative, cautious words reached his ears, he gazed into her nervous eyes and said, "Why should I be angry?" "It’s just... just that I changed your style without your permission, aren’t you angry?" Some things, though clear to everyone, just cannot be spoken aloud. Saying them out loud would cause trouble. So, even if it’s a lie, you have to stick to it. Ava said this while pointing up and down at his disheveled clothes, making it clear he should be angry. Poe Vaughn remained silent. Ava blinked, not hearing Poe’s response, and felt uneasy. He must be angry, just not saying it. Probably out of respect for the elderly lady, he wasn’t taking it out on her. Ava believed the elderly lady must have said something to him, causing such a change, otherwise... Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and Ava froze. Because her eyes were covered by his large hand. Everything turned dark, and she couldn’t see anything... Ava’s heart started pounding madly, like stones crashing down, but she didn’t dare move a single inch. "Poe... Poe Vaughn..." "Let’s... let’s talk this over, don’t do anything frightening..." "This... this isn’t right..." "Hurting our marital relationship..." Ava wanted to say, "Don’t make me disappear," but the words turned into blatantly false ones upon reaching her lips. Poe Vaughn looked at the stiff, wooden-like person in his arms, with even her voice trembling. She was scared, very scared. At this moment, he rarely showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes. His large hand fell on the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest, and then he spoke, "Sleep with me for a bit." Newest update provided by N0velFire.ɴet The moment Poe Vaughn’s hand touched her head, Ava felt as if her neck was going to snap, and she instinctively wanted to speak, but before she could, her face was pressed against his chest, where she inhaled his familiar scent. Sandalwood, a calming fragrance. In this moment, her tense body unknowingly relaxed, and before she could realize, his magnetic voice filled her ears. Sleep with him for a bit? Ava blinked, her eyes opened. Only now did she realize he wasn’t covering her eyes anymore, and everything was bright again. Cautiously, Ava looked up at him, noticed his deep, frightening eyes were closed, and sensed a calm in his aura. Ava’s mind briefly recalled the scenes from last night when they were worn out, and later, he slept so late she didn’t even know when he drifted off. Considering how much time he’d spent on her in recent days, while still working during the day, anyone would be exhausted, right? At this moment, Ava felt at ease, her whole being completely relaxed. He wasn’t truly angry, nor did he hold anything against her. He was still quite nice. As long as he was in a good mood, it seemed like no matter how much she troubled him, it wouldn’t be an issue. Ava withdrew her gaze, relaxed her heart. She realized she shouldn’t keep pushing, even reflecting over the past few days, she seemed to have forgotten his nature. She was becoming increasingly bold. This was her contractual partner, not a real husband, she mustn’t get carried away with the act. Otherwise, it would cause trouble. With her mind contemplating, Ava was completely unworried and unaware Poe Vaughn had already opened his eyes, watching her, observing the changes in her expression. The ride from Celestial Holdings to Lafferty Street was about twenty minutes, and Ava was deep in thought when they arrived. The car stopped, Ava and Poe Vaughn got out. However, just as she opened the door, Ava remembered something and quickly slammed it shut. She turned, her hands immediately busy on Poe Vaughn, "Hubby, although the style just now was handsome and I liked it, this handsomeness shouldn’t be shown to others, only to me." "I need to restore you to how you were." Finishing, Ava gave Poe Vaughn a sweet smile and started tidying his clothes and pants. This man was a big shot in the business world, could he step out looking disheveled? That would be absurd! His image couldn’t be destroyed, hers included! So, he must look the same as before. Quickly, Ava buttoned his shirt, pulled down his sleeves, and smoothed them out. However, smoothing out a wrinkled shirt wasn’t easy, which made Ava frown. Should she ask Quentin Quinn to bring a whole new set of clothes? Thinking this, Ava looked up and said, "Hubby, I think a change of clothes would be better?" Poe Vaughn watched Ava fussing over straightening him up, just as she had disheveled him before, he let her do it, not stopping her. Now, seeing those bright eyes, he said, "No need." Ava furrowed her brow, "But... this shirt... it’s too wrinkled..." Ava even felt embarrassed for wrinkling his shirt so much, it was truly too much. She thought, it needed changing. So before Poe Vaughn could answer, she swiftly took out her phone, saying, "I’ll call Quentin Quinn, have him bring a brand-new one." Saying this, Ava quickly called Quentin Quinn, but just then, another call came in.