The housekeeper opened the door with a key and entered, placing her bag on the cabinet in the foyer, changing her shoes, and then coming in. As she entered, she saw Poe Vaughn standing in front of the bar, and he was looking at her. The housekeeper was taken aback and quickly spoke, "Sir." After speaking, she remembered something and looked towards the food on the table. Not a bit had been touched. Neither of them had eaten. However, the housekeeper didn’t think much of it and wasn’t surprised. She knew very well why they hadn’t eaten. The housekeeper hurried over and said, "I’ll heat up the food right away." Saying this, she took the food from the table to the kitchen. It would be too wasteful to throw away so much food. Besides, making it again would take a lot of time, and by then, sir and ma’am would be hungry. Especially ma’am, who eats punctually, she must be very hungry now having not eaten. The housekeeper stopped thinking about it and quickly brought the food into the kitchen. Poe Vaughn watched and put down his cup, following to help with the food. The housekeeper saw this and was very flustered, "Sir, you don’t need to, I can do it myself." After speaking, she hurriedly took the plate from Poe Vaughn’s hands and walked even faster. How could she let the sir do this kind of thing? That’s not acceptable. She is The Vaughn Family’s housekeeper, and this is what she’s supposed to do. If the master of the house did these things, what use would she have? The master pays her such a high salary, how could she have any reason to accept it otherwise? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fıre·net The housekeeper was afraid Poe Vaughn would do more of these tasks, so she moved very quickly, soon managing to get the food into the kitchen and close the kitchen door to keep the kitchen’s fumes in. Poe Vaughn had nothing to do; since the housekeeper didn’t want him to help, he didn’t insist. He picked up his cup and sat on the sofa, taking the remote to turn on the TV. He adjusted the TV volume to just one bar, enough to hear it himself. He usually didn’t watch TV; he read newspapers more often. Idol dramas, love stories, those had nothing to do with him. Since marrying Ava Sterling, he started to occasionally watch TV, but it was mostly financial news. Now, holding the remote, he switched channels, still wanting to tune into the financial channel. However, while switching, he suddenly stumbled upon a channel that was airing a show. An ancient costume drama. The people in it wore intricate traditional costumes, with heavy hairstyles adorned with specially crafted hairpins, vastly different from contemporary people. In the past, he would have simply switched past and not watched it. But now, his gaze fell on the actors on the TV screen. He watched their expressions, their looks, their words, and gradually, Ava’s words surfaced in his mind. Filming, TV shows, costume dramas. At this moment, he put the remote aside, crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, and started watching the TV show. This period palace drama. The house gradually shifted from silence to liveliness, with the subdued voices of TV characters speaking in the living room, the noise of the stove and range hood in the kitchen, and faint lecture sounds coming from the study room. At this time, The Kestrel Apartments felt like any ordinary household, filled with the essence of life and the thick aroma of human activity. Ava was fully focused on her studies, so she didn’t hear any noise from outside. When the teacher talked, she’d listen, then ask questions, engaging with the teacher. She was entirely focused, absorbed in her studies. Time ticked by slowly... The housekeeper heated the food and placed it all on the table, half an hour had passed. Poe Vaughn heard the sound, looked at the steaming food on the table, lifted his wrist, glanced at his watch, then stood up and walked to the study door, knocking. With his knuckles slightly curved, he knocked rhythmically twice. Ava was discussing her thoughts with the teacher, believing the knowledge in books is static, while people are dynamic. She listened to the teacher talk about how to perform, then she would think about it and ask the teacher if it could be performed differently. In the teacher’s eyes, Ava was exceptionally diligent, earnest, and smart, and particularly filled with ideas. At this moment, Ava was engrossed in conversation with the teacher, speaking animatedly, when the knocking interrupted. Ava’s eyebrows furrowed instantly as she looked at the closed study door, quite annoyed. She was concentrating, why disturb her? This was Ava’s first thought. She didn’t think about who was interrupting; she was just annoyed at being disturbed. However, as thoughts quickly vanished, Poe Vaughn’s cold, noble face surfaced in her mind. Ava’s face instantly went stiff. No one else was home now, besides her and the teacher, only Poe Vaughn. And at this time, she was with the teacher in the study, so who else could be outside but Poe Vaughn? Suddenly, Ava felt troubled. Why was he knocking? She was in the middle of class. Besides, did he not realize that his identity, if known to the teacher, could be a big hassle? As she thought, a multitude of thoughts flashed through Ava’s mind, all kinds of annoyance, unhappiness, and distress. But despite that, Ava knew what she had to do at that moment. This benefactor wasn’t the patient type. If he called, she had to go at once. Thinking this, Ava immediately withdrew her gaze, about to speak to the teacher. To say she was stepping out for a moment and that the teacher should take a short break, she’d return quickly. However, as Ava’s lips parted, the door clicked open... Ava froze, and in the next moment, swiftly turned her head. Seeing the person standing outside was indeed Poe Vaughn, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him. What——was——he——doing——! Ava was practically looking at Poe Vaughn as if he were an alien, utterly disbelieving. Was he not afraid of being recognized, appearing so openly before the teacher? No sooner had Ava thought further, Poe Vaughn opened his mouth: "Come out for dinner." His deep voice fell into her ear, and especially into the teacher’s ear. The teacher had also been surprised by the knock earlier; typically, no one interrupted during her lessons with Ava. This had not happened in the past few days. It was the first time she’d been interrupted during a lesson. To be honest, it didn’t feel good. But she understood, whoever was outside must have had a reason to knock. So the teacher quickly steadied her emotions, waiting for Ava to respond. However, before Ava could say anything, the door opened, and the person outside appeared in view. Large frame, well-built, with refined features and a sculpted face, especially those deep eyes; just one look and you’d feel as if falling into an abyss. He was wearing casual home clothes, which seemed unremarkable, but the inner aristocracy radiated unmistakably. This person... was Poe Vaughn... The teacher, having achieved her current standing, counted herself among the top in her field, had seen figures like Poe Vaughn before. Only once, yet he left a memorable impression. Truly, his appearance was exceptional, whether his stature or looks, even under the scrutinizing standards of the entertainment industry, he was unparalleled. If he entered show business, current emperors, young idols, and popular stars would all be sidelined. There would be no contest. And now, such a figure stood at the door with one hand in his pocket, directly appearing within the teacher’s line of sight, leaving her in shock. That such a godlike individual would show up in a modest place like The Kestrel Apartments...