The housekeeper had already prepared the tea and brought it to them. At this moment, Poe Vaughn was holding a teacup, drinking tea. It seemed like the conversation here had nothing to do with him, he was just an escort, going through the motions. Once the motions were over, he would leave too. The topic suddenly shifted to him, and eyes fell on him, the implication clear and unspoken. Poe Vaughn lowered his gaze slightly, put down the teacup, then raised his eyes to look at Sharon Sheridan: "You can arrange it as you see fit." Ava’s eyes widened in an instant. She thought he would refuse, casually finding some excuse to decline. Who would have thought, he just agreed like that. Google seaʀᴄh NovєlFіre.net Didn’t he find it troublesome? Besides, she’s a fake. This fake act is so real, isn’t it a loss? "Haha, then Grandma can be at ease now." Sharon Sheridan looked into those profound eyes, calm and composed, holding Ava’s hand, with a smile that added a few more creases to her face. In the afternoon, Ava and Poe Vaughn had lunch at the old house, after which Sharon Sheridan took Ava for a walk around the house, telling her about the family members and matters at home. Only then did Ava realize why Poe Vaughn brought her to meet his grandmother instead of his parents. His mother died in a car accident when he was three, and his father had already divorced his mother when she was pregnant with him. So, he took his mother’s surname, Vaughn. He was raised by his grandmother. Hearing this, Ava was genuinely surprised. She hadn’t expected him to be like her, raised by a grandmother, and he seemed to have been brought up so well. In fact, upon hearing about his background, she felt a certain pity for him. Although she was also raised by her grandmother, and her parents were also divorced, both her parents are still alive. Of course, having them is as good as not having them. But compared to him, she felt she was somehow better off. So after the grandmother went for a nap, Ava’s gaze toward Poe Vaughn changed. "The meeting is postponed to tomorrow." Entering the bedroom, she saw that tall figure standing with one hand in his pocket, wearing a shirt and trousers, taking a call outside on the balcony. Outside there were lush verdant trees, and the sun was bright. Standing there, all the beautiful scenery became mere background. He became the most dazzling existence. Ava couldn’t help but sigh inwardly as she watched. This person is really good-looking from every angle, without a single flaw. Unable to resist, Ava sat on the sofa, curling up into it, propping her head up with her hand, watching him intently without blinking. "Child, don’t think Poe is cold and doesn’t like to talk, but he’s the most considerate." "He knows I have headaches and arranges for doctors to come and check on me. Which things I can eat, which I can’t, I can’t remember, but he remembers clearly." "Alas, it’s just a pity this child lost his mother at three. Even though his grandmother took great care of him, it’s never the same as having a mother." "His temperament is different from those boys who like to talk." "Please don’t misunderstand him because of this." "Poe is really good, much better than those who seem gentle and talkative." Sharon Sheridan’s heartfelt words, holding her hand, came to Ava’s mind. Ava’s heart couldn’t help but soften. The way she looked at Poe Vaughn was filled with maternal affection. Her personality might be a bit aggressive, but she’s easy to talk to. Give her a little sweetness, a little smile, a little benefit, and she will always remember your kindness, never forgetting it. She’s the type who responds to gentleness, not harshness. If Sharon Sheridan hadn’t told her these things, if she didn’t know about Poe Vaughn’s background, she might occasionally lose her temper or get annoyed at him. But with these words, she immediately became magnanimous. She didn’t hold it against him anymore. A boy without a mother, it’s natural for him not to express himself well. Understandable, understandable. Poe Vaughn ended the call and put down the phone. Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned around. In the bedroom, on the off-white two-seater sofa, Ava had taken off her shoes, her legs curled up on the sofa, her body fully relaxed, leaning against the backrest, her elbow propping up her head, looking at him with a smile. But this smile... was different from usual. Not bright, not flamboyant, not wanton, but... gentle. Just like a mother looking at her child, with such kindness, gentleness... Poe Vaughn’s brows furrowed imperceptibly. He looked at that face, that smile, her eyes, ensuring it wasn’t a fake mask, but genuine emotion. His gaze deepened as he stepped inside. Ava saw him approaching, and her smile grew even more amiable. She quickly stood up and walked toward Poe Vaughn: "Grandma is napping, why don’t you take one too?" "You’re so busy every day, you probably haven’t rested well. Take advantage of today to have a good rest." She arrived naturally in front of him, even hooking his arm. She looked at him with a friendly smile, not a hint of displeasure. Poe Vaughn stopped his steps, looking at the Ava who seemed like a different person, and said: "What did Grandma say to you?" Ava’s eyes flashed instantly. How could he be so perceptive? She hadn’t said anything, yet he asked so directly, he was truly amazing! In her heart, Ava gave him a thumbs up, her smile on her face becoming even more gentle: "Nothing." "What could Grandma say to me? Just some family gossip." Poe Vaughn said nothing more. He looked at her, the person obviously avoiding his gaze, and stopped speaking. Ava faced with the eyes staring at her, felt uncomfortable, not wanting to continue with him, she turned her gaze and directly pulled him toward the bed. Wanting him to take a nap. When she pulled him to the bedside, the glaring red bedding on it caught Ava’s eyes.