The air was filled with a faint vinegar sll, a spicy aroma, and if you sniff closely, you could even sll a hint of noodles.
These scents weren’t sothing you’d usually find at ho, perhaps never before.
But now, besides these slls, the house was also filled with the sound of the television, a woman’s laughter, and the sound of chopping and cooking in the kitchen.
These sounds converged, changing the atmosphere here.
It was no longer the cold, silent, indifferent place it used to be but rather ordinary, cozy, simple, and bright.
Just like any typical family.
"Damn it! How can you be so stupid? Didn’t you see the other person going up too?"
"Get out of the way, get out, beat it!"
"Oh my god, don’t you understand? The people around are calling you, get down quickly, it’s making anxious!"
Ava Sterling sat on the carpet, having finished her bowl of noodles, drinking all the soup with nothing left.
At the mont, she was leaning against the sofa behind her, her elbows resting on the sofa edge, holding chopsticks in her hand, pointing at the person on TV, cursing impatiently.
She was still wearing the white dress she’d worn to register their marriage today, her long hair no longer left loose but casually twisted with a chopstick.
But the knot was sowhat careless, with many stray strands falling down, and due to her strong emotions, it was loosely tied, looking as if it might fall apart at any mont.
However, because of these stray strands, they landed just on her exposed thin shoulder, sweeping across her fair shoulder and back.
From Poe Vaughn’s angle, it was an extrely beautiful scene.
The premise being to ignore Ava’s crude hand holding chopsticks pointed at the TV cursing, and the colorful words coming out of her mouth.
The person on the phone stopped speaking imdiately, not daring to report further upon hearing sounds from this side.
Poe Vaughn watched those thick locks that seed about to unravel, subtly dancing in the light, like fairies dancing in the light, free and unrestrained.
He took a step, walked in: "Let’s leave it at that for now."
He hung up the phone.
Ava Sterling didn’t hear Poe Vaughn’s voice, she was just too focused, entirely engrossed in the television.
She was watching a variety show, one with gas, it was making her anxious.
Now, seeing the ga inside nearing its end, she beca so excited she jumped up.
Even standing up in a flash, hands on her hips, pointing at the TV with a nacing look in her eyes: "If you dare lose, I’ll annihilate you!"
"Phew!"
The whistle blew, and the intense scene inside finally had a result.
Ava Sterling watched the ga’s outco, her face turning dark imdiately, picked up the remote control, and switched the channel: "What is this crap, being that dumb and still showing up, it’s an insult to my intelligence!"
Switching the channel, the variety show scene disappeared instantly, Ava Sterling tossed the remote onto the sofa, then picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen.
"Sir, you’re back?"
Wei Ma’s voice ca.
Ava paused, looked towards Wei Ma, not knowing when she’d co out, just standing in the living room, watching the entrance.
Ava’s eyelashes blinked, following Wei Ma’s gaze.
At this mont, the chopstick holding her hair precariously finally couldn’t hold anymore, with a snap, it fell as she turned her head, her thick black hair, like silk, cascaded down.
Poe Vaughn switched into slippers, walked in, his wrist draped with his suit jacket, watching that cascade of black hair like a waterfall.
At this mont, under the light, the depth in his eyes seed to increase.
Ava Sterling frowned, looked at the chopstick on the floor, too lazy to pick it up.
She smiled naturally at Poe Vaughn, greeting him: "You’re back?"
Not waiting for Poe Vaughn to reply, she lifted her chin slightly, gesturing to Poe Vaughn: "I’ve packed your luggage, it’s right beside you."
Poe Vaughn looked at Ava Sterling, her long hair cascading down her back, upon closer inspection, he realized her hair had already reached past her waist, almost down to the hips.
But her hair was extrely smooth, pitch black, and fine, whether it was well-maintained or naturally like that, it wasn’t the least bit frizzy, extrely silky, like exquisite brocade silk.
Because the strands fell, covering half of her face, making her quite uncomfortable, she raised her hand, and her fingers naturally ran through her hair, pushing the long strands back, revealing her fair, clean face, and those lips that had turned crimson from the spicy food.
She smiled at him, bright and dazzling.
Poe Vaughn’s fingertips subtly tightened on his suit jacket, his eyes flickered, gaze shifting, a noble single-syllable response escaped his throat: "Hmm."
He stepped in and went upstairs.
Ava Sterling looked at the person who just glanced at her and then turned his gaze away, scoffed inwardly, indeed a man of few words, not willing to say even a word more.
As expected, he was like a patron.
Chilly and aloof.
Thinking that she still hadn’t received MK’s call, she had to keep up appearances.
The contents of the hundred-clause marriage agreent floated in her mind, she quickly asked Wei Ma: "Wei Ma, what ti is it now?"
Wei Ma looked at the ti in the living room, replied: "It’s almost five o’clock."
"Almost five o’clock, ti flies."
"Oh, weren’t you going on a trip? You haven’t eaten yet, have you?"
Ava Sterling said while looking at Poe Vaughn, not waiting for him to reply, then looked at Wei Ma: "Wei Ma, how is the dinner preparation going? We can’t let Poe... let sir go on a trip hungry."
While talking, she never stopped, and quickly headed to the kitchen with the bowl: "Let’s quickly get dinner ready, so sir can hit the road full."
Poe Vaughn took a step up the staircase, hearing these ’filled with concern’ words, halted.
While Wei Ma standing there, mouth slightly open, watching Ava Sterling who just entered the kitchen busying herself.
Hit the road full?
This... these words seem... not quite appropriate...
Poe Vaughn paused there, the fingers pressing his suit moved slightly, loosened, and he continued up the stairs.
Wei Ma watched this tall figure ascending, then at the person bustling in the kitchen, her anxiety gradually settled.
She ca out to bring up sothing.
Sir doesn’t like when the house has unpleasant slls, and the bowl of noodles Ava made was quite pungent, the whole living room could sll it.
Sir would definitely ntion it.
Coincidentally, she heard the car return, rembered this, and hurried out.
It was already late to ntion it now, but she instinctively ca out, worried that if sir asked, she could imdiately explain the situation.
It wasn’t Ava’s fault; it was she who forgot to tell Ava.
Yet now, she found that sir didn’t seem displeased with the living room’s sll.
Did the scent disperse?
Or... is the sll not unpleasant?
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