Ava Sterling had a fiery temper, no good family background, no good education, and certainly no good disposition. Yes, he admitted, Ava was beautiful, and it was a kind of beauty that was hard to replace. She had a great figure too, with a natural supermodel aura, unique and unparalleled.
However, Ava’s fiery temper wasn’t sothing just anyone could handle.
Especially since Poe Vaughn wasn’t exactly known for having a good temper either.
Both of them had bad tempers, and yet they ended up together. He really found it unbelievable and couldn’t understand it.
Of course, from how Ava and Poe interacted, there was so secret between them.
But this secret obviously didn’t affect him; instead, it affected Ava.
It seed this secret made Ava cautious, and wary of this person, making her suppress her temper, not daring to erupt or beco volatile.
He was very curious about what the secret between them was.
But at this mont, looking at Poe’s indulgence toward Ava, that boundless indulgence and pampering, everything else was forgotten by Ethan Ainsworth.
He just wanted to keep looking at this person, to see through this person, to understand what this person was truly thinking.
The hand that usually held pens and docunts was now holding a pair of won’s stiletto heels, a stark contrast to his cold and noble aura, yet he held them with such ease.
In fact, it seed as though these high heels were ant to be held only by this person, not by anyone else.
That was a complete showcase of possessiveness.
Ethan’s gaze fell on Ava’s strappy high heels, then on the hands clutching the shoes with well-defined knuckles, and finally moved upwards, to the dark shirt on the person’s body, and then on his face.
The face was handso, with superior features, perfect three courts and five eyes, whether in bone structure or complexion, he was unmatched.
And at this mont, this face was tinted with the dark hues of the night, wrapped in an orange-tinted glow as though layered with a veil of mystery or wearing an uncharacteristic mask, he seed entirely different.
He looked as if transford into a person no longer cold and indifferent, but soone passionate and focused, devoted to only one person.
Ethan watched this face, then looked at where those deep eyes were staring—at the person laughing, playing in colorful bubbles under the night sky.
She was so simple, so joyful, just like an ordinary little girl.
And Poe was indulging her, letting her laugh and play to her heart’s content, as long as she was happy.
Ethan looked at the scene in front of him, then at this obviously devoted person, and couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazent.
He had never thought this person would have such a day, such an appearance, it was almost shocking enough to drop his jaw.
But tonight, after getting stunned by this person repeatedly, Ethan could still maintain a calm expression, no longer the sa blank stare as before.
However, suddenly, sothing struck his mind.
The next mont, his eyes widened, and he imdiately looked at Poe and shouted, "You aren’t into the developnt type, right?"
Ethan’s voice was loud, clearly reaching the ears of Poe and Vincent Donovan.
However, it didn’t reach Ava and the little one.
Because they were having such a good ti playing, paying no attention to the others, coupled with the surrounding excitent, Ethan’s words faded away by the ti they reached Ava and the little one.
Neither of them heard anything.
But Poe heard it clearly, and Vincent did too.
The warmth in Poe’s eyes focusing on the person ahead was now gone, replaced by that familiar indifference and coldness.
Poe turned his gaze to Ethan, the one who had spoken such outrageous words.
Ethan, saying it, felt as if he had gotten a definite answer, incredibly certain.
He ignored the profoundness in Poe’s eyes and, widening his eyes, pointed at Poe and said, "You definitely like the developnt type!"
"Damn it!"
"You’ve hidden it so well!"
Previously, there was really no sign of it, after all, Ava wasn’t a child but an adult who had long been part of society.
Especially with that figure and height, definitely not a child.
This was why he never thought in that direction before.
But just now, seeing Ava playing like a little kid, where was there any sign of being an adult?
Completely like a three-year-old baby, just like little Sylvie.
And yet, this person looked at such an Ava with such focus, all the tenderness showing.
If this person wasn’t into the developnt type, then what?
At this mont, Ethan clutched his chest, frowning, with a disbelieving exaggeration of calling Poe a beast.
"You beast..." Ethan accused.
Vincent Donovan: "..."
Poe Vaughn: "..."
Vincent looked at Ethan’s shocked expression and just felt that Ethan’s mind was completely broken, thinking things that were entirely beyond common sense.
One might say, such things may be sothing Ethan could co up with, but definitely not sothing Poe could do.
Vincent shook his head helplessly.
Tonight, Ethan was truly stimulated beyond asure.
To the point where his brain wasn’t even clear anymore.
Poe faced Ethan, who had completely imrsed himself in so terrifying world, and he calmly withdrew his gaze, not intending to look at Ethan again.
Soone else going crazy had nothing to do with him.
Ethan didn’t think for a mont that he was thinking anything out of place, especially seeing how Poe just took a glance at him and then looked away, confirming his thoughts even more.
Really, he never thought this person was like this.
Truly terrifying!
At this mont, Ethan looked toward Ava, who was entirely unaware of the situation here, and couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.
Targeted by a pervert, poor Ava.
Truly pitiful...
Ava and little Sylvie Ainsworth played for a long ti until the surrounding excitent faded away before they sat tiredly on the sand, not wanting to move.
The little one leaned against Ava, holding her hand, tired from playing, yawning, and starting to doze off.
Hearing him yawn, Ava looked down and saw the little one’s eyelids starting to droop.
Seeing this, Ava couldn’t help but smile.
This child, tired from playing, just needed to sleep, truly a child.
However, she wondered what ti it was, surely it wasn’t early now?
Ava thought, looking around, and saw that only a few people were left on the beach.
Clearly, everyone had gone back to rest.
And it was only then that Ava rembered sothing, where were those three n?
Thinking of this, Ava looked around, then behind her, and saw the three n standing under a palm tree watching them.
These three n were good-looking, with good figures, and even better family backgrounds, such a sight under the dense night sky, beyond the peaceful glow, truly a beautiful view.
Especially pleasing to the eye.
Very handso.
It imdiately made Ava think of a slogan: F4.
These three n, just one short of being the F4, were truly handso.
Each had their own charm.
Ava’s eyes lit up instantly, enjoying this sight.
The little one, noticing Ava’s movent, also raised his little head, rubbing his eyes to look at Ava.
And seeing Ava looking at the three n in front, the little one followed her gaze.
At this ti, Poe Vaughn started walking towards them.
In his hand, he still held Ava’s high heels, never having put them down, striding towards Ava with his pair of exceptionally straight, superior long legs.
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