Ava Sterling was still watching her teacher, seeing him off, when that tall figure of his came in from outside, passed by her eyes, and then stood at the entrance. Ava was momentarily taken aback by Poe Vaughn’s autonomous behavior. He came in as if it were his own home, with no hint of unfamiliarity, as though he’d been there countless times, so naturally. With a blink, Ava closed the door and said, "Why are you here?" It was six o’clock now; it was normal for him to be off work, but she hadn’t expected him to come to The Kestrel Apartments. Moreover, how did he get in? It was only then that Ava remembered to ask this question. She quickly followed up, "How did you get in?" Although their community was not like the Blue Mountain Villas, not just anyone could enter. A key card was required, or someone inside had to let them in. He didn’t have a place at The Kestrel Apartments, so how did the security let him in? Could it be that he simply announced his identity, saying he was the boss of Celestial Holdings, so the security, intimidated by his status, let him in? Ava thought, probably not. Thinking this, Ava looked him up and down, shaking her head on her own. Poe saw her obviously guessing expression and, unsure of what she was thinking, parted his lips to say, "Slippers." Ava looked at his feet, a pair of customized leather shoes worth seven figures, shining without a speck of dust. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him, "I don’t have any men’s slippers here, only women’s." Ava wasn’t lying. Before Poe Vaughn, she hadn’t dated anyone or had a man in her life, so naturally, she didn’t have any men’s slippers at home, only women’s. Of course, she had male friends, but she never brought them home; they only ate and drank outside. Her clear eyes met Poe Vaughn’s; there was no deceit in them, only the most straightforward answer, exactly as he had seen. The source of this content ɪs NovelHub(.)net He withdrew his gaze, simply taking off his leather shoes and walking inside with socked feet. This man, accustomed to living in a big house, actually came to her small place now, and judging by his demeanor, he wasn’t the least bit perturbed. Since he didn’t mind, what else could she say? Watching his steady feet on the floor, Ava took out her phone and ordered takeout for men’s slippers. Walking barefoot on the ground wasn’t good, even with socks on. After placing the order, Ava walked inside and said, "I bought you a pair of slippers; they should arrive soon. Please bear with it for now." Poe had already sat on the sofa, looking at the books on the coffee table. The teacher had brought books for the lecture, of course. Now, there were quite a few books, some opened and some not, and beside them were pens and a notebook, where Ava had obviously taken notes. Seeing him naturally sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, as if in his own company, that aura of a magnate all over him, Ava inwardly clicked her tongue. He truly had a regal air, even in her humble abode, yet still exuded nobility. In fact, because of his arrival, it was as if her small place had been gilded. Ava approached Poe Vaughn and said, "What would you like to drink? However, I probably don’t have what you’d want." Her house only had floral teas, no green tea, as no guests were expected, and thus, no need for entertaining; she went purely by her own preferences. Poe’s eyes shifted from the notebook to the person standing motionless before him, "What do you have?" Ava raised an eyebrow, "Floral tea." "Rose, jasmine, honeysuckle, chrysanthemum, osmanthus... basically various kinds of flowers." Having said that, Ava blinked, looking into those deep eyes, "Do you want to drink some?" Poe focused on the curiosity and interest in her eyes and parted his lips, "Rose." Uh... he actually wants to drink it. She had thought he wouldn’t. Ava was momentarily surprised, but quickly, she gave Poe Vaughn a bright smile and said, "Alright, just a moment. I’ll make it for you now." Her pretentious tone was as if she truly regarded him as a guest. Saying this, Ava put down her phone and went to make rose tea for him. Poe sat there, his gaze once again falling on the notebook; he picked it up and began to flip through it. Making floral tea wasn’t all that particular; Ava herself wasn’t picky. It had just been a while since she was home, though her place was regularly cleaned, and since he was particular, she rewashed the cup and then took the rose petals to smell. The items at home were regularly replaced, the cleaning auntie would check each time, but because it was for him, she checked it again; it seemed newly replaced, the aroma as usual. Reassured, Ava put a few rose petals in the cup and poured boiling water over them; it was quite simple and convenient. Just a few minutes later, Ava placed the floral tea in front of Poe Vaughn, "It’s ready, but it’s hot water, so drink it after it cools down a bit." Poe studied her notes, just like reviewing documents, his expression indifferent. Ava didn’t mind him reading her notes; what of hers hadn’t he seen? Anyway, if he wanted to look, let him; she didn’t care. However, after setting down the tea, her stomach grumbled. Ava paused, rubbing her stomach; was she hungry? Indeed, it was already six o’clock, or rather, past six. She had been focusing on her studies for several hours, naturally digesting quickly. It was time to eat dinner. After dinner, she needed to sort out what she had learned today in her head and then go back to water his plants. The thought suddenly surfaced in her mind, and Ava was momentarily stunned. She still had to water his plants, but lately, because of the old lady’s visit, she had been either intimate or... intimate with Poe Vaughn, barely going back. The plants had slipped from her mind unnoticed. So, did this mean her reward was gone? Poe Vaughn heard the rumbling sound, his eyes flickered, then settled on Ava’s slender waist, her stomach flat and waist delicate, making one want to grip it tight. He focused on her waist for a few moments before lifting his gaze to the person standing still before him. At this moment, Ava looked blank, as if something had left her stunned. His eyes slightly moved, he closed the notebook, placed it on the coffee table, then stood up in front of her, looking at this person still unmoving, and parted his lips, "What are you thinking about?" His deep voice instantly entered her ears, especially given the close proximity, as if a hook instantly tugged at Ava’s heart, making it tremble. She snapped back to reality, looking at the person standing in front of her. And with just one look, she was startled; when had this person gotten in front of her? With this thought, Ava instinctively took a step back. But the coffee table was right behind her, and as she stepped back, her heel kicked it, causing her to lose balance and fall backward uncontrollably. Ava’s face turned pale, hurriedly reaching out to grab Poe Vaughn. Yet she didn’t need to grab him; the moment her body tilted backward, Poe Vaughn’s strong arm landed on her waist, and with a gentle pull, she fell into his embrace.