"Of course!"
"It must be arranged!"
"Otherwise, what will I do tonight?"
With that, Ava Sterling gave Vincent Donovan a radiant smile, "Dr. Donovan, I’ll need to trouble you with this matter."
When Ava Sterling smiled, she looked beautiful, unaffected, without any burden; happy ant happy, unhappy ant unhappy. She was exceptionally genuine.
Like a piece of jade, it is what it is.
Vincent Donovan smiled and said, "No problem."
The night gradually fell, the sky darkened, the traffic in the city increased, the crowd bustling, appearing as though the lively hustle had just begun.
At this mont, a black car stopped outside the hospital. The driver got out and opened the door, and Poe Vaughn stepped out in his leather shoes, standing on the still warm pavent tiles.
He looked at the hospital, already illuminated with lights ahead, and stepped inside.
Ava was still watching TV. The drama recomnded by Lauren Howell today was good; she found every episode enjoyable and wanted to keep watching.
She was engrossed, deeply absorbed, and didn’t hear the steady footsteps approaching from afar.
Click, the door opened.
Ava was stunned and looked over.
Dressed in dark colors, draped in the evening’s shadows, he wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, only a shirt, but the jacket was slung over his arm, as if he had just finished working at the company and ca over.
However, the cold and noble aura about him hadn’t diminished at all.
One could say, with his appearance, the surrounding atmosphere changed instantly, becoming silent as if even the sound from the TV vanished...
Ava blinked, looking at this suddenly appearing person, with deep eyes, unparalleled handso features, and an aura of abstinent authority; a flash of brilliance passed through her eyes.
Every ti she saw this man, it was like rinsing her eyes; just a glance made her feel indescribably refreshed.
Poe Vaughn looked at the person leaning against the headboard, tilting her head to look at him. For convenience, it seed, her long hair was braided and rested in front of her, though it appeared slightly ssy from lying down.
She looked at him with clear, bright eyes, her complexion slightly pale but not a trace of fatigue. Her spirits appeared much the sa as usual, in no way resembling a patient.
He withdrew his gaze, walked in, and closed the door.
Ava watched the man approach with graceful strides, unhurriedly, his long legs especially appealing. Her lips gradually curled up, "I thought you would co much later; I didn’t expect you to co so early."
Speaking of which, Ava glanced at the sky outside; it was already dark but not completely, still showing a bit of twilight.
She checked the ti on her phone, a little past seven; for him, indeed, it was considered early.
Putting down her phone, Ava continued to look at him, straightforwardly and boldly, without hiding anything.
Poe Vaughn walked over, laid his suit jacket on the sofa, and sat in the chair by the bed.
His legs crossed, body leaned back, it was the relaxed posture of a confident leader she was familiar with.
Ava particularly liked this posture of his because he looked like a king with mastery over all, calculated perfectly with no slip-ups.
Especially stable.
She really liked his stability; it gave her an exceptional sense of security.
Thinking about it, she rembered how he saved her, and imdiately her eyes curved with a smile, "You saved ; I will repay you."
"Whatever requests you have in the future, just tell . As long as I can do it, I will."
Her face was full of smiles, unmistakably in a great mood, and even her voice seed much lighter.
Poe Vaughn watched her glowing expression, no longer like that one night of pale fragility, helplessness, and pitifulness; her brows were bold and free-spirited, still the Ava Sterling, the fearless Ava Sterling.
He opened his lips.
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