Yes, rigid.
Because Ava Sterling really didn’t expect that as soon as she opened the door, she would see Poe Vaughn’s indifferent face.
At this mont, he’s standing so tall at the entrance, and she doesn’t know if he’s about to co in or if he’s been standing outside all along, so that when she opened the door, she was caught off guard and couldn’t avoid seeing him.
And whether it was due to his height or the backlighting, standing there in the doorway, he blocked the outside light, like a towering tree standing in front of Ava Sterling, preventing her from walking out.
Ava Sterling’s lips parted, her eyes widened, filled with surprise and slight shock.
It was too sudden, too unexpected.
She never saw it coming.
At this mont, Ava Sterling held the doorknob, looking at the person intensely focused on her. Her lips instinctively opened and closed, unsure whether to speak or not to speak.
She had originally planned how to talk to him, just like discussing work, where they’d sit seriously together and talk things through. Once settled, she’d leave.
But now, like this, her organized thoughts got instantly scrambled, not knowing what to say or where to start from.
Poe Vaughn stood at the doorway, looking at the person standing inside.
She was dressed neatly, in appropriate long clothes and pants, not a skirt. Her long hair was tied up, ticulously combed, revealing her pretty whole face. Her appearance was tidy and clean, carrying an imposing aura, seemingly ready to sign a contract, exuding dominance and not retreating.
At the mont the door opened, he clearly saw the determination on her face, swift in making all decisions, leaving no room for hesitation, extrely crisp and neat.
This version of her, he saw clearly and unmistakably.
Even if Ava Sterling’s expression was already completely different from the mont the door opened, in Poe Vaughn’s eyes, she was still different.
"About last night, I’m sorry." He parted his lips and spoke directly.
Ava Sterling’s mind was already in disarray from suddenly seeing Poe Vaughn, and now hearing his straightforward apology, her eyes widened in a daze.
However, Ava Sterling quickly spoke up, "What... what did you just say?"
Sorry?
He said sorry?
Poe Vaughn, the president of Celestial Holdings, is apologizing to her now?
Is he... has he gone mad?
Yes, he’s Poe Vaughn, the client, the investor. Last night his words were cruel and heartless, but they were facts.
No matter how uncomfortable she felt, she couldn’t change the facts.
Therefore, Ava Sterling didn’t feel Poe Vaughn was wrong, nor did she feel she was wrong, it was just that they were no longer suitable to work together.
Since they’re unsuitable, it’s best to part ways quickly.
Yet at such a ti, he, Poe Vaughn, stands before her, apologizing.
The client apologizing to the contractor?
And it’s Poe Vaughn himself.
Ava Sterling felt that the world had truly turned fantastical, unbelievably so.
Poe Vaughn looked at the person in front of him, her face full of shock and disbelief, as if she were seeing a mirage, so incredible.
He parted his lips and continued, "I’m sorry, those words from last night weren’t my true intention."
He spoke those extrely common three words with calmness, as if he’d said them countless tis, sounding without any peculiarities.
But looking at that face, so noble and high above, Ava Sterling knew it wasn’t true.
He’d never apologized to anyone, never.
This was a first.
For so unknown reason, Ava Sterling’s heart started to beat faster.
She looked at the person intensely focused on her all along, those deep eyes, filled with dark ink-like color, enveloping her like the deep night, causing her heart to panic unconsciously.
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