Ava Sterling called sweetly, her footsteps light as she approached Poe Vaughn’s desk, looking at this completely unchanged man.
Poe Vaughn was dealing with docunts, as if he neither saw Ava Sterling nor heard her voice, continuing with his work as if unaffected.
Ava Sterling was originally smiling, but upon seeing his unperturbed deanor, her smile stiffened.
She looked closely at his expression, there were no signs of his cold deanor thawing, so who on earth, having nothing better to do, upset this deity?
Look at the situation now, how difficult is it for her to appease this deity?
Ava Sterling cursed the person who upset Poe Vaughn a million tis in her heart, then continued to put on her sweet smile, leaning forward with her face in her hands, smiling like a flower, coquettishly saying, "Haven’t finished yet, hubby?"
When Ava Sterling said this, her heart and soul trembled, and she even got goosebumps all over.
Oh my, pretending to be innocent and manipulative also requires skill.
At this mont, the pen Poe Vaughn was using to sign docunts paused.
Ava Sterling noticed it, he had a reaction.
No longer caring about her shalessness, she imdiately said, "We..."
Poe Vaughn raised his gaze, his eyes cold as frost looked at Ava Sterling, "You’re quite free?"
Ava Sterling: "..."
Those eyes were truly terrifying, as if they contained Hell, and with one look, they could drag you into Hell to endure that dreadful purgatory.
Ava Sterling’s heart trembled for a mont, but quickly, she silently cursed a billion tis in her heart.
Why did he look at her like that? Why did he speak to her that way? Clearly, soone else upset him, not her, so why take it out on her?
Ava Sterling truly wanted to curse this cold, indifferent face, and even more wanted to slam the door and leave, even more so, she wanted to say, forget it, I’m not serving you anymore!
However, these thoughts appeared in her mind, yet were not acted upon, not because she was rational, but because many of the things she wanted to do now couldn’t be done without him.
She had to endure.
Ava Sterling’s lips were pressed tightly, and her face was extrely unpleasant.
Poe Vaughn looked at her face that instantly stopped smiling, like a brightly blooming flower that suddenly closed, never to bloom again.
His lips moved slightly, wanting to say sothing, but ultimately, he lowered his head and continued dealing with docunts, saying, "Get out."
Upon close listening, his tone was clearly much better than before.
But Ava Sterling couldn’t hear it, not at all.
She looked at him working with his head down again, her lips trembling, then pressing them tightly together, her eyes gradually turning red, tears pooling in her eyes. She used a voice full of sobs to say, "Does my husband despise ?"
Poe Vaughn’s heart clenched for a mont, his brow furrowing tightly.
At this mont, he looked up at the person in front of him.
That look made his heart contract.
The person in front of him was not crying like a victim, instead, stubbornly holding back tears in her eyes, looking at him sadly and sorrowfully.
It was as if she had suffered great injustice.
Seeing Poe Vaughn look up at her, Ava Sterling’s tears fell with a plop.
She lowered her head, sniffed slightly, and said in a low voice, "Since my husband despises , then I’ll just leave."
Saying this, Ava Sterling stood up, wiping her tears, and slowly turned to leave.
Poe Vaughn sat there, watching Ava Sterling’s appearance, his brow furrowed tightly.
She was putting on an act, deliberately performing for him.
But even though he knew she was acting, his heart softened anyway.
Watching her figure move step by step towards the door, just when she had to reach the door, he closed his eyes and said, "Stop."
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