Ava Sterling’s chaotic mind was suddenly pierced by a beam of light, and she became clear-headed. She looked up at the person staring deeply at her. In the next moment, Ava furrowed her brows tightly and let her fist land on Poe Vaughn: "It’s all your fault!" "If you hadn’t been so insistent last night, would I need to take the day off? Would I need to get up this late?" "Poe Vaughn, are you a wolf or something?" "All night, the entire night, how are you so full of energy?" Images from the night before flooded Ava’s mind, making her fists continue to pound on Poe Vaughn’s chest, venting her frustration. As if she didn’t enjoy herself last night. Poe Vaughn looked at the person suddenly throwing a fit, said nothing, just stood there letting Ava hit him, letting her vent. He gazed at her, his eyes never leaving her face. Ava was already out of strength, and as she relaxed her whole body, she only hit Poe Vaughn for a while before she was too exhausted to continue. Not only was she out of energy, but her hands also hurt from hitting him. Ava instantly glared at him and turned to leave. She didn’t want to see him. She had too much last night. She didn’t want this dish anymore. Just as she turned around, she realized she wasn’t going anywhere; her hand was grabbed, and the next moment, she was pulled into his arms. Ava immediately looked up, glaring at Poe Vaughn: "What? Want to go again?" She didn’t push him away, only glared at him with dissatisfaction. Yet, despite her displeasure, it wasn’t too intense, just the small-mindedness of a little woman. Follow current novels on NovєlFіre.net Poe Vaughn parted his lips: "Not hungry?" As soon as she heard this, Ava’s stomach growled loudly, and her empty stomach made her instantly unwilling to speak. Poe Vaughn immediately embraced her, letting her lean against him, frowning: "Uncomfortable?" Ava instantly rolled her eyes at him: "I didn’t have dinner, worked all night, didn’t have breakfast, or lunch. Do you think I’d feel comfortable?" She immediately went limp, as if she had no strength left, and completely leaned against him. Poe Vaughn understood, scooped her up, and placed her into a dining chair. Quickly, he picked up his phone and dialed a number: "Bring lunch in." "Yes, President Vaughn." Very quickly, a serving cart was wheeled in, with a table full of breakfast and lunch laid out together. Seeing the food, Ava’s eyes instantly lit up, and she immediately picked up chopsticks to eat, but then thought of something, and her hand lost its strength. Poe Vaughn sat down beside her to eat with her, and seeing her state, spoke up: "What’s wrong?" His voice was still low, but upon careful listening, it carried a tone filled with indulgence and gentleness. Ava looked at Poe Vaughn with helplessness: "I haven’t brushed my teeth or washed my face yet..." Eating without brushing teeth or washing face felt uncomfortable. Poe Vaughn understood. He took the chopsticks from her hand, put them on the table, and carried her to the bathroom. Ava wasn’t fussy; being carried by him, she leaned entirely on him, her whole body limp and boneless. Poe Vaughn carried Ava to the bathroom, seated her on the vanity, picked up the toothpaste and toothbrush, even squeezed the toothpaste for her, and handed it over. Ava didn’t even want to lift her hands now; if possible, she’d love to have someone else brush her teeth, but that wasn’t feasible. She took the toothbrush feebly and began to brush, looking exhausted and dazed, like a child not fully awake. Holding a cup of water, Poe Vaughn watched her without speaking, patiently waiting. After brushing her teeth, Poe Vaughn took a towel, wet it, wrung it out, and Ava instinctively raised her hand to take it, but as she reached out, the towel didn’t land in her hand but on her face. Ava froze, instinctively looking at Poe Vaughn, but all she saw was the towel wiping her face, obscuring her view of him. Yet, her heart beat faster. He was washing her face. Ava blinked, and when Poe Vaughn removed the towel, washing it clean, she looked at his perfect profile, his deep eyes. She didn’t know why, but her heart fluttered. Instinctively, she propped herself up on the vanity and kissed him, very loudly. The atmosphere in the bathroom became silent. However, very quickly, Ava immediately turned her head, saying rapidly, "I... I just thought you looked good, couldn’t help... couldn’t help but kiss you!" "I... I definitely don’t mean to get in bed with you, don’t... don’t misunderstand!" Ava was flustered, her entire face turning red, and with her speaking, it became even redder. Poe Vaughn’s fingertips slightly moved, then continued rinsing the towel, wringing out the water, and laid the towel back on Ava’s face to wipe it. Ava’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly; she saw that face, seeing calmness and no trace of surprise. Seeing this, Ava’s pounding heart gradually calmed. After last night’s turmoil, he definitely wouldn’t want more. She realized she was overthinking. Nonetheless, she couldn’t continue ; men couldn’t withstand provocation. She knew well that she didn’t want to dig her own grave. , she’d never climb out for a lifetime. She turned her gaze away, not looking at that face, but her cheeks were embarrassingly red. Poe Vaughn finished washing her face, set the towel aside, looked at her cheeks red as evening clouds, those fluttering eyelashes, the panic and regret in her eyes, and parted his lips: "Ava Sterling."
The deep and sexy voice fell into Ava’s ears, like a string being strummed, her already unstable heart turned chaotic again. She turned her head, instinctively looking at the person suddenly calling her. She didn’t know why, but every time he called her by her full name, her heart beat faster, as if her name spoken by him turned especially sexy. Crashing into those abyss-like eyes, Ava’s gaze immediately darted away, her head turning to one side. She wouldn’t look at him. Afraid that if she looked again, she’d lose her heart. Poe Vaughn looked at the person avoiding him, seeing her more flustered, eyelash trembling, parted his lips.