Ava Sterling locked the door, then lay fully on the bed, pulling the quilt around herself.
She wrapped herself tightly, not letting even a bit of wind through.
Her whole body was like an ostrich buried under the covers, refusing to co out.
It wasn’t really a big deal; Poe Vaughn’s threats weren’t exactly wrong. He was the client, and he had the right to threaten her.
But for so reason, when he spoke those words, she felt very uncomfortable, especially uncomfortable, unwilling to accept it, and even wanted to tear up the agreent right there to see what he would do.
But in the end, she was rational and wasn’t soone to act unreasonably. She couldn’t do such a thing, so she could only feel upset, only feel wronged, as if all the grievances of the past twenty-sothing years had accumulated to this mont, all rushing at her, overwhelming her.
Tears stread down non-stop, like an open faucet with water continuously gushing out.
And the switch to turn off the faucet was broken; Ava could not stop it, so she curled up in the quilt, letting the scalding tears soak the covers, allowing herself to sob quietly inside.
She didn’t want Poe Vaughn to know she cried, nor could she accept herself becoming so fragile just because of a few words.
She was just, just montarily venting now.
Yes, venting.
Once she finished venting, everything would be fine.
The night quieted, and the air in the bedroom followed suit into silence, and within this silence, Ava’s sobbing dropped rhythmically, clearly landing in every corner of the bedroom, bringing all surrounding into silence.
In the living room of the suite.
Poe Vaughn sat on the sofa, and after the loud bang of the door closing, all sound was drowned out.
The inside was still as this, quieter than the night outside, frighteningly quiet, suffocatingly quiet.
He sat there motionlessly, as if nailed to the spot, without the slightest movent.
Yet, his heart was pounding, and before his eyes was a clear image, her stubborn look not letting him see her tears.
The grievance fighting hard not to show weakness, like a thorn piercing into his flesh.
Painful.
Yes, painful.
Once, when he was doing business abroad, he took a project eyed by a devious person, who threatened him to relinquish it, but he refused.
So, he was sched against.
That ti, he was badly hurt, but he didn’t find it that painful.
What Poe Vaughn coveted, unless he didn’t want it, no one could take it away.
Even if playing dirty, Poe Vaughn would retaliate.
The matter was quickly resolved; everything was settled during his recuperation; Ethan Ainsworth mocked him, wondering if soone could actually make him bleed, and even asked if it hurt.
What does it feel like to hurt?
Back then, he told Ethan Ainsworth, you could try it.
He didn’t explain to Ethan Ainsworth the feeling of pain, but he thought about it then.
The feeling of pain, very simple, very ordinary, just a physical injury, leaving his heart unmoved.
Because physical wounds heal, he didn’t see it as pain.
Physical pain, to him, was like a tickle, without affecting him.
But tonight, just now, seeing Ava’s tears, he felt pain.
Real pain.
Not physical pain, not in flesh and blood, but psychological.
Pain in the heart, a feeling like a needle piercing the nerves, with no dicine, no solutions.
It’s incurable.
The only thing you can do is endure, endure this bone-penetrating, heart-drilling agony.
Poe Vaughn sat there, feeling the pain, remaining still for a long ti, but the deep shadows in his eyes seed to be shrouded by the night’s darkness, a deep abyss without a glimr of light, dark enough to frighten, to send shivers.
No one knew how long it was, but the noise outside seed to be asleep, even the waves that usually churned at night were silent.
Everything sank into a terrifying silence, as ti seed frozen, solidified, stuck in this night, going no further.
Poe Vaughn’s eyes moved a bit, and he got up, looking at the tightly shut door, listening to any sound from inside.
However, there was no sound inside, as if this door blocked everything from outside, he could hear nothing, see nothing.
At this mont, sothing stirred in the deep darkness of his eyes.
He took out his phone without checking the ti and directly dialed a number.
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