Each sentence coming out with a hint of anger, especially the last one, could be said to be extrely furious.
And at this mont, Ava Sterling was done playing.
She didn’t want to continue at all.
Without caring about anything else, she directly snatched the script from Poe Vaughn’s hand and said, "I’m done, I’m tired, I want to sleep!"
With that, Ava turned and quickly headed to the bedroom with the script.
She wanted to sleep to calm down, otherwise, she didn’t know what she might do.
This was just too infuriating!
But as soon as Ava took a step, a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Before she could react, the arm tightened, and she instantly collided with that familiar hard chest.
Ava felt even more upset from the collision and imdiately pushed against Poe Vaughn, shouting angrily, "Poe Vaughn, what do you want? Can’t a person even sleep?"
As she spoke, sothing dawned on her, and Ava directly pulled at her shawl and said, "If you want this, then co on, we’ve done it so many tis already, one more won’t matter!"
She brazenly started tugging at her shawl and her dress, as if ready for a fight.
Poe Vaughn looked at her rebellious manner, his brows furrowing as he grasped her hands.
Ava’s wrists were held, unable to continue, but she wasn’t soone with an easygoing temper.
She imdiately started struggling, and when she couldn’t break free, she used her legs, directly employing the skills she used against wrongdoers and really fought with Poe Vaughn.
Ava was indeed formidable; previously, on the cruise, she could contend with such strong n, so she naturally had so moves against Poe Vaughn.
However, she had lost the advantage from the start, held in Poe Vaughn’s embrace. Even though she used her skills to briefly escape, she was quickly controlled again.
Eventually, her hands and feet were completely bound by him on the sofa.
She couldn’t move at all.
Ava was truly angry now, her eyes reddening with rage, and sohow her eyes started to feel hot and moist, as if countless grievances were about to pour out.
She realized her own emotions and imdiately turned her head away, refusing to look at Poe Vaughn.
Yet, she stubbornly said, "Poe Vaughn, you can’t bully people like this!"
"If you have the guts, let go, we’ll fight one-on-one!"
Poe Vaughn looked at the person confined in his arms, at her angry face, especially those eyes, so red, and her nose too.
And at this mont, he stared at those eyes, seeing the unprecedented warmth of anger in the rims of those eyes, tears glistening under the light.
Poe Vaughn’s body was rigid.
He had never seen Ava cry, no matter what happened, she always had that fearless deanor, confident and proud.
Even in front of him, she was unrestrained, flamboyant.
But now, seeing the glisten in her eyes, because she kept blinking, trying to push those tears back, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t stop them from falling.
Feeling it, not wanting him to see, she twisted herself aside vigorously, trying to keep her vulnerability hidden from him.
Vulnerability she didn’t want him to see.
At this mont, Poe Vaughn’s heart was pricked, and his arm holding Ava instinctively loosened.
Ava felt the weakening grip and instantly slipped out of his embrace, running directly into the bedroom, and with a loud bang, the bedroom door slamd shut behind Poe Vaughn.
Yet, it was unclear whether it was too loud, too forceful, or sothing else, but the entire suite trembled.
Including Poe Vaughn’s heart, which thudded powerfully, as if hit hard.
At this mont, he sat there, unmoving.
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