This taking dicine is an incredibly painful thing.
At six o’clock, a small bowl of dark Chinese dicine was placed in front of Ava Sterling: "Ma’am, it’s ti to take the dicine."
The sll of the dicine drifted over instantly, and Ava Sterling’s face, which had been focused on reading, imdiately scrunched up.
"Sugar, sugar, sugar!"
She spoke quickly, very resistant, but to Mrs. Wei, it sounded like "hot, hot, hot."
Mrs. Wei was stunned, looking at the bowl of dicine in her hands, very confused about what Ava Sterling ant by "hot."
"Ma’am, I’m holding the dicine, it’s not hot."
Saying this, Mrs. Wei touched the bowl to feel its temperature.
The dicine had already gone from boiling to warm, not hot at all.
Looking at the dark dicine, Ava Sterling quickly turned her head: "No, I want to eat sugar; there’s no sugar at ho, this dicine is too bitter."
Having said that, Ava Sterling finally put down the book in her hand and imdiately grabbed her phone to order delivery.
She wanted to buy candy, buy lollipops to keep at ho.
After asking Lauren Howell to buy candy this afternoon, she hadn’t checked again.
But Lauren Howell surely bought so and left it in the makeup room, yet she hadn’t returned to the makeup room after finishing work, just left the company directly, so she didn’t have candy with her now, and had to buy it again.
Upon hearing Ava Sterling’s words, only then did Mrs. Wei understand what Ava Sterling ant by "hot." It turned out she wanted sugar because she’s afraid the dicine is bitter.
Mrs. Wei hurriedly said, "Then I’ll go buy so now."
She knows Chinese dicine is bitter, and it’s normal for Ava Sterling to be afraid of the bitterness.
"No need, I’m buying it on my phone; it’ll be delivered soon."
"Mrs. Wei, please leave the dicine on the coffee table, I’ll take it once the sugar is here."
Watching Ava Sterling frowning and quickly swiping on her phone, Mrs. Wei paused for a mont and nodded, "Okay."
She put the dicine on the coffee table and looked at Ava Sterling, who had a serious expression as if she was facing a formidable task.
Mrs. Wei couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Ma’am, the dicine is warm; it might cool down soon. I don’t know when the sugar will arrive, if it’s cold when it cos, please tell , I can reheat it."
"Sure, I’ll see when the sugar arrives."
"Alright."
Mrs. Wei left, and Ava Sterling quickly placed her order then tossed her phone aside, eyeing the dicine on the coffee table with bitterness in her gaze.
How many days does she have to take this dicine?
Three to five days is manageable, but ten days to half a month is not.
Thinking this, Ava Sterling picked up her phone to call Lauren Howell and ask if she has the doctor’s contact number, intending to call the doctor for information.
But just as she was about to dial, Ava Sterling held back.
Her health is not that bad, just a bit of insomnia, not a big deal.
One dose of dicine should be enough, no way it needs ten days to half a month.
No longer thinking about it, she tossed her phone back and returned to her book.
Yet the dicine remained on the coffee table, its aroma drifting; while sitting on the sofa, Ava Sterling could sll the bitterness without even drinking.
Staring at the dicine, Ava Sterling took her book and went to the study, out of sight and out of mind.
Mrs. Wei was tidying up the house when she heard the door close, looked over, and saw the study’s door shut.
Then looking at the coffee table, the dicine stayed untouched, just as it was.
Seeing this, Mrs. Wei couldn’t help but laugh.
The ma’am looks fearless to anyone and anything, who would have thought she’d be afraid of bitter dicine, it’s truly adorable.
One wonders whether the sir knows about ma’am’s fear of bitter dicine, thinking this, Mrs. Wei’s smile grew wider.
anwhile, in lbourne, it’s night.
Nine o’clock.
Poe Vaughn finished his video conference, picked up his phone to check the ti, and looked at the screen.
No unread ssages, he didn’t reply to her, so she didn’t send him any further ssages or call him.
Poe Vaughn’s gaze fell on the nine o’clock ti, putting down the phone, he got up from his desk.
However, as soon as he took a few steps, his phone rang.
His eyes slightly twitched, stopping his steps, picking up the phone to check the caller.
Ethan Ainsworth.
These three words were clearly displayed on the screen, not Ava Sterling.
Looking at the na, the depth in Poe Vaughn’s eyes instantly faded quite a bit, he continued moving forward, his thumb brushing to answer: "Hello."
"Where are you? Didn’t you co?"
The call connected, Ethan Ainsworth’s voice ca through, carrying the romantic tones of a piano, violin, and people speaking.
He’s in lbourne, at the evening event Quentin Quinn ntioned.
Poe Vaughn walked into the wardrobe, picking up a suit jacket to put on, listening to the questioning voice from his phone, replied, "No."
"No?!"
Ethan Ainsworth was instantly surprised, standing in the banquet hall looking at the scene of wine and luxury, searching for Poe Vaughn’s figure.
But upon hearing the words from the phone, he imdiately retracted his gaze, feeling quite shocked.
"Hmm."
Despite the shock from the person on the phone, Poe Vaughn remained unchanged.
Buttoning up his suit, straightening his shirt sleeves, his expression cold beyond asure.
Ethan Ainsworth, hearing his completely emotionless voice, blinked and asked, "What’s up? Who upset you? Why are you in such a bad mood?"
At one hearing, one could tell his unhappiness, clearly upset by soone.
Anyone who can upset this person is no ordinary individual.
Ethan Ainsworth beca curious, with a smile on his face: "Who is it? Who upset you? Tell ."
Showing no intention of providing useful information, Poe Vaughn finished straightening his cuffs and hung up the phone.
Ethan Ainsworth took a sip of his drink, thoroughly intrigued, waiting for the answer, but wasn’t expecting...
"Beep beep beep..."
The relentless busy tone from the phone poured a big bucket of cold water over his enthused face, making his smile disappear instantly.
Ethan Ainsworth: "..."
Poe Vaughn hung up the call, picked up his coat and draped it over his arm.
At this mont, there was a knock on the door.
He walked out of the wardrobe and opened the door.
Soon, Quentin Quinn entered and took away the suitcase.
The plan was to return to Aurelia tomorrow, but before tonight’s video conference, President Vaughn suddenly said he would return to Aethelburg tonight and asked for a midnight flight booking.
The major directions for business here were already settled; importantly, the issues that couldn’t be resolved here, Poe Vaughn had sorted them all out.
The rest can be handled by others; he doesn’t need to stay here.
Quentin Quinn thought President Vaughn would wait until the affairs were thoroughly sorted, at least stay until tomorrow for etings and then return to Aurelia.
Never expected, it was this quick.
However, President Vaughn is always neat and decisive in his actions, very efficient and clear, never with errors, and if he says he’s returning tonight, it will happen.
President Vaughn’s word is law, and he follows orders accordingly.
Of course, he understands that the President is heading back quickly to see his wife sooner.
Can’t help it, those in love are always different.
He’s well aware.
Poe Vaughn walked out of the room, Quentin Quinn kept close with the suitcase, while reporting the follow-up work here.
Poe Vaughn listened without stopping his steps, heading straight for the elevator.
And at this mont, his phone rang.
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