So words are not supposed to be spoken so easily, and yet they’re being uttered so smoothly, as if devoid of emotion.
Yet Ava Sterling indeed spoke them, word by word, sentence by sentence, exceptionally clear, exceptionally smooth.
She showed no hesitation, no doubt, no confusion; she was rationally aware and knew exactly what she was doing, what she needed to do, what her purpose was.
She was utterly carefree, without any delay, having made her decision and imdiately executing it with great decisiveness.
At this mont, the surrounding atmosphere beca silent.
As Ava finished speaking, everything in the suite lost its sound, no noise any longer.
Ava looked at Poe Vaughn, her gaze earnest and firm, sober and without regret.
Poe Vaughn stood there, observing the person in front of him. Watching her bright eyes, the transition from initial panic to subsequent clarity and calmness, steadfast and resolute, he hadn’t said a single word.
He rely stood there, watching her, all his cold deanor gone, as if it had entirely subsided.
No one knew what he was thinking now, what sentint he held.
It was impossible to tell.
After Ava finished speaking, she naturally awaited Poe Vaughn’s response, and she believed that by laying out the reason so directly, he would agree.
After all, although Poe Vaughn is powerful, he is not unreasonable.
He was bound to agree.
If such a big shot as he were entangled with a woman, it would indeed be troubleso.
He certainly wouldn’t want trouble, and he wasn’t genuinely planning to marry her; he married her due to certain reasons.
Once he ended the agreent with her, he could find another woman.
There are so many won in this world, countless good won; for Poe Vaughn to find a good woman is really easy.
So, Ava waited patiently.
And this ti, Ava didn’t urge Poe Vaughn nor did she deliberate on what Poe Vaughn was thinking at this mont.
After speaking, she simply looked at him, focused and calmly awaiting his reply.
It seed as if she could wait for eternity.
Ava didn’t speak again, nor did Poe Vaughn, their gazes eting, focused on each other, not shifting.
It’s as if they both held their ground, not changing, not compromising for anything.
At this mont, the surroundings were silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop.
However, ultimately, soone needed to speak.
This mont might have stretched for an unknown light span of ti when suddenly, a buzzing vibration sound erged from Poe Vaughn’s pocket.
Ava’s eyes flicked towards his pocket, and then back to look at him.
Poe Vaughn didn’t move; it was as if the phone wasn’t his at all, his gaze on Ava not wavering in the slightest.
But, as Ava’s gaze shifted then back to him, he parted his lips: "Ava Sterling."
Again, the full na. Calling her that wasn’t unusual, perfectly normal.
Yet for so reason, whenever Poe Vaughn called her by her full na, Ava felt a sudden jolt in her heart, her whole body tense.
And at that mont, Ava’s heart was genuinely tense, her gaze towards Poe Vaughn transforming.
So nervousness, so inexplicable look at him.
Why did he call her like this suddenly? It made her very uneasy.
Poe Vaughn, looking at the change in her expression, spoke: "I think you’re great, quite fitting for . We can give it a try."
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