The weekend weather was exceptionally good, with the sun rising early and bathing the land in sunlight. Everything unfolded brightly in the new day. Ava Sterling had a wonderfully relaxing sleep, straight into the bright morning, without staying up late, overthinking, or endless dreams. Originally, she wanted to go for a run, but fearing it would take too much time, she opted to wash up and get ready instead. Today, she was going to meet the grandmother, so she deliberately dressed in an outfit that wasn’t too formal, yet not entirely casual either. A square-neck, five-sleeve tight-fitting knit top, and straight casual trousers. Her long hair was braided into a centipede braid, revealing her smooth forehead and pretty face. She looked very clean and comfortable. However, Ava didn’t go barefaced; she put on light makeup, making her seem more spirited and putting color in her cheeks. Looking in the mirror, feeling carefree and clean from top to bottom, Ava was very satisfied. After collecting her lipstick and putting it in her bag, she headed out carrying a small white chain bag. Yet, as soon as she stepped out, she saw someone coming up the stairs in casual sportswear, drenched in sweat. Dark loose sportswear, long sleeves, and pants, with hair strands hanging down, and a slightly flushed face from running. The sweat from exercising opened his pores, with a fine sheen of sweat forming, and even his hair strands dripping with moisture... In Ava’s eyes, the sight of him was like watching a Maine Coon emerging from water, filled with a strong wildness and a regal gaze... Ava’s eyes went wide in an instant. Standing there, looking at Poe Vaughn, not even blinking. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveIＦire.net Poe Vaughn held a bottle of mineral water, drinking it, and saw the person standing ahead in a particularly form-fitting outfit that showcased her lovely figure. Four parts outfit, six parts pants. Her long, slender legs were nearly all that filled his view. His throat moved, the cool water flowed into his stomach, yet seemed incapable of quenching the heat in his body. Ava watched that sexy Adam’s apple move, embarrassingly swallowing along with him. How can someone be this manly... Damn, she really wanted to pounce and devour him... Poe Vaughn looked at Ava’s nakedly staring gaze, drank the last of his water, twisted the cap back on the empty bottle, and then turned his gaze, entering the master bedroom. Ava watched every move of Poe Vaughn without blinking, observing his steps, his physique, until the master bedroom door closed in front of her. To tease her so early in the morning, how was she supposed to live after all this? Ava could no longer control herself, leaning weakly against the railing, clutching her wildly beating heart. It’s really going to be the death of her! She tried hard to calm herself, but the scene just now had stirred her too much, leaving her unable to steady her mood for a long while. Ava stood there, repeatedly slapping her own face to regain calmness and rationale, for a long time, until the overwhelming excitement slightly subsided, and she then went downstairs, clutching her unsteady heart. Damn, and it’s only the first day, and she couldn’t cope. What will happen afterward? Poe Vaughn took a shower, went to the wardrobe, and dressed in a shirt and trousers. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, the image of Ava’s dumbfounded face appearing before him. Especially, those hungry eyes. He buttoned his cufflinks, put on his watch, slipped on a suit jacket, and went downstairs. Ava helped the housekeeper set the breakfast table, doing a bit of work to distract her thoughts. But as soon as Poe Vaughn came downstairs in a suit, Ava’s heart went wild again uncontrollably. Her gaze lingered on him, sweeping from top to bottom and back up again, as if wishing she could strip Poe Vaughn’s clothes off in her stare just to see what lay underneath. The housekeeper glanced at Ava’s blatant stare, stunned repeatedly, then couldn’t help but purse her lips in a smile. Facing Ava’s gaze, Poe Vaughn walked over steadily, no longer exuding that wild aura, but a strong composed aura, still irresistibly charming. Ava struggled to avert her gaze, cursing inwardly. She couldn’t even look at him anymore. A mere glance made her heartbeat feel foreign. "Breakfast is ready, Mister and Miss, please sit down to eat." The housekeeper announced with a smile, and Ava sat down promptly, grabbing her spoon to bury her head in her porridge. Eating with a bold fervor. Poe Vaughn sat across from her, unlike Ava’s rough style, he ate elegantly without haste. It seemed like, no matter what Ava did, she couldn’t affect him. Ava, while eating, couldn’t help but keep looking at the person across, observing this noble, aloof face and the aura of "stay away" surrounding him. He was holding a spoon, eating porridge—not particularly beautiful actions, just ordinary things. But when done by him, every motion carried an air of nobility and mannerisms, utterly captivating no matter the angle. Ava picked up an egg, stuffing it directly into her mouth. Damn it, she wanted to devour him!