Ava Sterling felt that she could only move when Poe Vaughn allowed her to.
And now, as he asked her to co over, Ava felt a significant relief, as if she had received a special pardon, so without any hesitation, she quickly ran over to him, embracing Poe Vaughn in an instant, and nestled into his arms.
That was an active initiative.
In an instant, his arms were filled, surrounded by a familiar, faint fragrance, soothing the heaviness in Poe Vaughn’s heart.
He stretched out his long arm, directly wrapping it around Ava Sterling’s waist, pulling her into his lap on the dining chair, picking up chopsticks to feed her.
Yes, he was feeding her.
Ava Sterling looked at the piece of at being directly fed to her mouth, blinking her big eyes as she looked at Poe Vaughn.
His expression was not good, and those unfathomable eyes revealed not a sign of warmth.
Yet, this noble hand was actively serving her.
A thought instinctively erged in Ava’s mind, that this man intended to poison her.
There was no helping it; the anger he displayed today was unprecedented, which made her think this way about him.
However, such a thought disappeared in an instant.
Impossible.
Poe Vaughn wouldn’t really kill her, nor would he actually do sothing to her out of anger.
She was sure about this.
Still, looking at this piece of at and those distinctive hands holding the chopsticks, Ava Sterling felt that Poe Vaughn was sowhat conflicted.
Yes, conflicted.
So furious that he seed like he could strangle her the next second, yet in just a few short hours, that anger subsided to where he tended to her needs, feeding her food.
Really difficult to understand, perplexing.
Ava Sterling thought in her heart but did not delay, opening her mouth imdiately to eat.
No helping it, she was too hungry.
Even though there were nurous doubts in her mind, the allure of delicious food made her abandon everything.
Poe Vaughn watched the person who smiled sweetly just from eating a piece of at, retrieving his own food.
He fed her, after which he ate himself.
He didn’t mind using the chopsticks he used for feeding her, and he didn’t express any displeasure when Ava pointed at different dishes on the table, picking one and then another.
Just like that, the food on the table visibly diminished.
Ava Sterling went from sitting upright in Poe Vaughn’s arms, eating the food he fed her, to leaning comfortably against him, with no displeasure at all.
Being fed felt too good.
And whatever she wanted to eat, he would pick, without criticizing her a bit.
This feeling of being served so attentively was really enjoyable.
However, with enjoynt ca relaxation of the body and fulfillnt of the stomach, Ava Sterling’s mind started to return to the main matter.
Thinking of what made Poe Vaughn suddenly angry today, Ava played with the belt of Poe Vaughn’s robe and looked at his very handso face: "Poe Vaughn, why were you angry today? Why such a big outburst?"
"Did I do sothing wrong to you, or did I make a mistake? Just tell directly."
Ava Sterling was not soone who kept things hidden, especially needing to solve issues when they arose, as unresolved issues made her uncomfortable.
Would today’s matter be considered a big deal?
In Ava Sterling’s perspective, it was quite significant.
So now that everything was stable, it was ti for her to ask the questions she needed to ask.
She wouldn’t let herself be treated this way by Poe Vaughn without understanding why.
She had to get to the bottom of the matter.
Poe Vaughn had already put down his chopsticks and was drinking tea.
He showed no trace of anger on his face, the terrifying rage of dayti was gone, and he returned to normal without a hint of ordinary human emotions.
He resembled a cold deity, devoid of any human presence.
Her straightforward and serious words fell into his ears, clearly conveying her lack of understanding and confusion, as well as the importance she placed on it.
His fingertips paused for a mont, then he calmly drank his tea.
After drinking, as his throat moved and the teacup was placed back on the table, he finally spoke: "In the future, do not co out improperly dressed."
He turned his eyes to et Ava Sterling’s, and in an instant, his deep eyes surged with darkness, as if the dark night had suddenly descended, engulfing all the light and pulling Ava into it.
Ava Sterling’s heart tightened, startled by Poe Vaughn’s expression at that mont.
But quickly, she sat up and rapidly said: "When was I improperly dressed? Today I..."
Words suddenly stopped.
A thought flashed in Ava’s mind, her brow furrowing.
Yet, a look of rembrance surfaced on her face.
Improperly dressed... she wasn’t sure if she was improperly dressed today, but she recalled one thing.
After leaving the bedroom and being picked up by Poe Vaughn, she seed to have heard a coughing sound.
The cough was a man’s but not Poe Vaughn’s.
So, there was soone else present then?
Thinking of this, in a mont, all Ava Sterling’s doubts were answered.
She indeed hadn’t changed clothes back then, still wearing only her nightgown, which was indeed sexy, but it still drastically differed from the outfits she wore on the runway.
She didn’t think much of it.
Moreover, she didn’t expect anyone else to be in the suite, apart from herself and Poe Vaughn.
She didn’t even think Poe Vaughn would be at the hotel then.
And then she was very hungry, too hungry to want to wash up, let alone change clothes; she only wanted to eat, to quickly fill her stomach, where would she think that much?
But now, with Poe Vaughn’s words and that one cough in hindsight, it was clear that her appearance had been seen by another man, which he could not accept.
So, he got angry.
But... when she walked the runway, she wore even more revealing clothes and had more people looking at her, what should be done about that?
Is he suggesting she should quit her job and live like a caged canary under his care?
Thinking of this, Ava imdiately beca agitated.
Without considering anything else, she quickly said: "Poe Vaughn, that’s not right, is it?"
"I don’t know if I was properly dressed today, but I was wearing sothing, a nightgown. Although it was a little sexy, you know what my work is like—there are far more outfits much more revealing than this."
"And if you don’t want other n seeing in sexy clothing, should I quit my job?"
"You can’t do that; you can’t ask not to work because of you, I can’t accept that."
"If you insist on demanding that, then...I..."
Ava Sterling was about to voice her dissatisfaction and disagreent intensely, but when it ca to ntioning divorce, she saw the obvious darkening in Poe Vaughn’s eyes.
Her words faltered.
She got stuck.
The words couldn’t co out.
So words can be spoken, so cannot.
With Poe Vaughn, "divorce" was a taboo.
Ava Sterling stopped herself in ti, realizing that she almost caused a major catastrophe with Poe Vaughn’s montarily changing expression, she felt guilty.
But quickly, Ava reacted, her gaze dodging but defiant.
She said: "In any case, I will not stop working!"
"I love my job, and if you want to quit because of you, then I...I’ll go to grandma, and let grandma be the judge to see who’s right and who’s wrong!"
Having said that, Ava Sterling seed to have found a backer, feeling very confident, crossing her arms and lifting her chin, unwilling to compromise no matter what.
She couldn’t give up her job, even though being a supermodel sotis involved wearing less, it wasn’t about seduction or anything like that.
She confidently and candidly displayed brands, clothes, and designers’ visions to others.
She didn’t think she was doing anything wrong.
Poe Vaughn watched as she quickly restrained herself, swallowing the words she almost uttered, the darkness in his eyes subsided, and he spoke: "Work is work, and outside of work is outside of work."
"I won’t interfere with your job, but day to day, after leaving the room, you must dress properly."
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