Poe Vaughn didn’t close his eyes; he was watching Ava Sterling. From the moment Ava emerged from the dressing room, his gaze was fixed on her. His eyes were deep, like the depths of the ocean, filled with dark hues, intimidating. But at that moment, he seemed preoccupied with something, so the sea was incredibly calm, without a hint of danger. As the person who rushed out of the dressing room suddenly stopped at the door, his gaze shifted slightly, landing deeply on Ava Sterling’s face. Ava saw that Poe Vaughn was looking at her, unaware of how long he had been watching. And those eyes, filled with an unknown thought, gave the sensation that she was being calculated somehow, making Ava feel tense. She hastily covered her chest as if to hide, saying, "You must not come out!" "No, don’t go out now, wait a bit...come out after the teacher and I go to the study." After speaking, something flashed quickly through her mind as she looked at Poe Vaughn, especially at his exposed and unadorned arm, clearly marked with her nail scratches. In an instant, vivid images of their passionate encounter crossed her mind, causing her to blush deeply, "When you come out, make sure you’re dressed properly; don’t come out wearing just a robe as before." "It’s best that the teacher doesn’t see you, that’s all!" After speaking, Ava quickly opened the door and left. Of course, after she left, she didn’t forget to close the door. With a loud bang, the door shook violently, as though the entire wall of the room was trembling. Poe Vaughn remained motionless, not responding to Ava Sterling, simply watching the quivering door and listening to the sounds outside. "Haha, apologies, teacher, I came back suddenly due to an urgent matter and just had a shower and tidied up, that’s why I delayed." "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long." "Teacher, please come inside." The voice filled with genuine apology, but also obvious tension and faint panic. The words spoken clearly indicated an attempt to cover up the situation. Listening to it, Poe Vaughn’s eyes gained a slight warmth amidst their intensity, allowing the atmosphere in the bedroom to cautiously stir. Because, at that moment, the person on the bed had an okay mood. With Ava inviting the teacher inside, the sound of their footsteps reached the room, one after the other. Soon, the teacher’s voice came from outside the door. "Miss Sterling, haven’t you eaten yet?" "Ah...哈哈, yes, just focused on tidying after returning and haven’t eaten yet." "Teacher, have you eaten?" "I ate before coming." "Alright, let me pour you some tea, and we’ll go to the study for your lesson." "It’s okay, no need to." "It must be, please wait." Listening to these solicitous words, Poe Vaughn closed his eyes. At that moment, his aura was not frightening at all, instead, it was very calm. "Alright, thank you." "Miss Sterling, perhaps you should eat before we work?" "No, no, I’m feeling full now, let’s have the lesson first, then I’ll eat afterwards." "But our lesson will last until nine o’clock; it’ll be quite late by then." "It’s okay, I ate a lot at lunch; I’m not hungry yet." "Teacher, let’s go, let’s start the lesson." Ava gently guided the teacher to the study, and quickly, the study door closed. Listening to the door closing with a click, Poe Vaughn’s brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes opened. The person who was saying they were starving just moments ago suddenly claimed not to be hungry at all, clearly intent on attending the lesson, even forsaking a meal for it. Poe Vaughn’s gaze deepened. He got up, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Sister Wei’s number. Soon, Sister Wei’s voice sounded through the phone. Poe Vaughn’s lips parted, "Come back and heat up the food." Content originally comes from novel·fire·net Sister Wei paused, then quickly responded, "Alright, sir, I’ll return immediately." Sister Wei had received Poe Vaughn’s call in the afternoon instructing her to prepare a generous amount of food before leaving. Sister Wei was not unaware; she instantly understood. The master and his wife wanted to enjoy a private evening free from disturbances. Therefore, once she prepared the meal, she left it on the table and departed. She had assumed that the sir would not call her tonight, if at all reaching out only tomorrow. Asking her to return to The Kestrel Apartments to clean up. Unexpectedly, just over two hours later, the master had already called her. Sister Wei ended the call, checked the time, and quickly understood. Probably the teacher was here for the lesson. The mistress was particularly committed to acting; lessons occurred every night, alongside reading every evening. This level of dedication caught her completely off guard. Sister Wei did not dare delay; she hung up the phone and headed back. Poe Vaughn finished the call, returned the phone to the bedside table, and went to the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of water came streaming from inside. Inside the study, Ava was initially uncomfortable, very anxious the teacher might detect that just ten minutes ago, she had been tangled with Poe Vaughn, leading to significant nervousness and guilt, almost like a thief. The teacher, renowned in the performing arts department, instantly noted Ava’s strange demeanor. Yet, she typically refrained from meddling in others’ affairs, nor did she proactively ask questions. So she pretended not to observe anything, not to know anything. As the lesson went on, Ava’s thoughts were quickly drawn into the realm of knowledge, her tension gradually easing until the previous events were completely overshadowed. Only remembering the need for attending class and focusing on learning. Poe Vaughn emerged from his shower, went to the dressing room to change. Inside, a substantial assortment of clothing awaited him; he had Sister Wei transfer apparel from the house here. Both casual and work attire. At that moment, Poe Vaughn donned an outfit of relaxed home attire, dried his hair, all meticulously arranged, exuding the customary undisturbed elegance and aloof dignity. He exited the dressing room, opened the door, and left the bedroom. The living room sat in silence, devoid of any noise, appearing almost uninhabited. His gaze touched the closed study door, within which there was complete stillness. However, he knew Ava and the teacher were inside. By carefully listening, one could faintly discern the teacher’s voice. Retracting his gaze, not listening to the discussions inside, Poe Vaughn advanced towards the dining table, observing the food. Lost of the freshness of its initial preparation. Turning away, he moved towards the bar, pouring a glass of water, looking at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Past seven o’clock, the sky was already darkening, the night silently encroaching. Poe Vaughn withdrew his sight, took a sip from the water glass, set it down, and proceeded to the kitchen. Just then, a click resonated as the door opened. Poe Vaughn heard it, halting his steps.