Ava Sterling ca to a sudden halt, quickly glancing at the person beside her.
This person had always been a man of few words, and even when he spoke, he never wasted them. It’s not intentional; it’s just his nature.
So today, it was mostly Ava accompanying Sharon Sheridan, while he went about doing what he needed to do.
But now, Ava’s heart skipped a beat at once.
Wedding?
It can’t be, right?
This fake wedding doesn’t need to be played out so realistically, does it?
Ava stopped walking, and Sharon noticed it and stopped as well.
She looked at Ava’s expression, a glint of insight flashed in her eyes, then she turned her gaze to Poe Vaughn.
Poe Vaughn was dressed in a shirt and trousers, his posture was upright, with one hand in his pocket, walking at an unhurried pace, exuding a deep and restrained aura.
He was very charming. Even when he wasn’t smiling, his aura was captivating, making it impossible not to get drawn in at a glance.
With two pairs of eyes on him, he paused, turning his gaze, with deep eyes revealing no emotions.
He looked at the twinkle in Sharon’s eyes and spoke: "Let’s not hold it for now."
Ava instantly let out a breath of relief.
It scared her to death.
She almost thought they were really going to go through with it.
If they really were, it didn’t matter to her, since it was fake, she’d just treat it as acting.
But then it’d be troubleso, and Lauren Howell might find out.
She didn’t want that troublemaker Lauren Howell finding out and nagging her constantly.
Ava looked at his unreadable face and was completely relieved.
He definitely didn’t want to go through with it either.
After all, it’s fake, and he’d find it troubleso too.
She realized she had been overthinking it.
Ava withdrew her gaze, couldn’t resist inwardly cursing herself.
What was she thinking, did she really want to marry him?
Completely absurd!
As for Poe Vaughn’s answer, Sharon Sheridan wasn’t surprised at all. In fact, when she heard this answer, a touch of joy flashed in her eyes.
"Not holding it for now."
It’s not that they won’t hold it, but that they will.
Just not now.
Isn’t this the answer she wanted?
Despite the joy in her heart, she showed disappointnt: "Not holding it, huh..."
"Oh, well, you both are busy, Grandma understands."
Ava didn’t notice Sharon’s earlier expression and thought the old lady was genuinely disappointed, so she quickly said, "Grandma, it’s okay, Poe and I don’t care about such things, getting married is just about living a good life together."
"As long as you live well, that’s all that matters."
Ava felt a shiver at the word ’Poe’.
That na, so mushy.
Yet, she couldn’t think of a more appropriate na at the mont.
"Oh, it’s you who’s being wronged."
Sharon held Ava’s hand, her face full of affection.
Ava imdiately shook her head: "Not wronged, not wronged, he’s very good to , very caring, I don’t feel wronged at all."
"Don’t worry about us, Grandma."
"We’ll have a good life together."
Ava initially wanted to ntion sothing good that Poe does for her, but she realized there wasn’t anything to say, so she just made sothing up with a few words.
And seeing her speak as if it was genuine, Sharon couldn’t help but smile.
"As long as you live well, that’s Grandma’s biggest wish."
"Definitely!"
Poe watched her confident face, as if whatever she said, she’d do, as if they really would spend a lifeti together.
His eyes shifted, and he continued walking ahead.
As it gradually got darker, Ava and Poe accompanied Sharon for a walk until about eight o’clock before they returned.
And with the sky darkened, Ava kept glancing at Poe.
By this ti, they should be heading back, right?
She didn’t believe he’d stay overnight here.
He guarded against her like she was a thief; if it weren’t absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t let her get near him.
Ava had long known this.
"Grandma, we’re going to head back now."
Walking into the yard, before stepping onto the stairs and through the main door, Poe stopped and spoke up.
"Heading back?"
Sharon was taken aback, seemingly unexpected.
"Mm, we’ll co see you in a couple of days."
"But... you’re not staying here?"
"It’s so late, just stay ho, I’ve already prepared the room for you."
Ava’s mind instantly envisioned those big red bedding sets and the happiness symbols. She, emm...
That bridal chamber should wait for the day Poe marries the one he loves.
She, an impersonator, had better stay away.
"Next ti."
Under the night sky, the orange lights in the yard brightened, dispelling the darkness and casting everything in a hazy light.
Poe stood tall under the night, a warm hue enveloping him, making him seem a bit less unapproachable.
Just his eyes, still as deep as the sea, unfathomable.
"Next ti, huh..."
Sharon’s eyes flickered quickly, then she frowned: "You two are so busy, who knows how long next ti will take..."
Clearly, she wasn’t satisfied with this answer.
She wanted a satisfactory answer.
Ava quickly said, "Grandma, I’ll co see you whenever I have ti!"
"Don’t worry, I’m quick on my feet."
As long as they didn’t have to stay, she’d agree to anything!
Hearing this, Sharon’s eyes brightened: "Really?"
"Really!" "I promise you!"
Ava raised her hand as if making an oath.
Sharon then laughed: "Good! Grandma believes our Ana, our Ana is the most thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket."
"Grandma, we’re leaving now. Take care of yourself and don’t miss us too much."
"Hehe, Grandma knows, don’t worry."
After saying goodbye, the driver opened the car door, Ava and Poe got on the car.
Sharon stood there, watching the car drive away.
Ava rolled down the window, smiling and waving at her.
Sharon smiled too, waving at Ava until the car disappeared.
Yule ca out, standing behind Sharon, watching the car disappear, then spoke up: "I thought you would make them stay."
That ticulously prepared bridal chamber, wasn’t it for this night?
Sharon’s smile faded, revealing an inscrutable expression: "No rush."
With that, Sharon walked inside.
"No rush?"
This... it seems unlike the old lady’s usual character.
As Sharon went inside, Yule followed: "Old lady, what do you an by that?"
She didn’t quite understand.
"This fish, now it’s caught, but even after catching, you must simr it slowly."
"That’s how the soup turns out delicious."
Fish?
Fish soup?
Yule was even more confused: "Old lady, do you want fish soup?"
Sharon imdiately stopped, looking at Yule expressionlessly.
Seeing her expression, sothing flashed in Yule’s mind, "You’re talking about the young mistress?"
Sharon frowned, very puzzled: "I rember you used to keep up with my thinking, why is your brain so dull now?"
"I... I guess I’m just getting old, can’t keep up anymore."
"Hmph, if you’re getting old, what does that make ?"
Sharon pretended to be angry and continued walking inside.
Yule quickly moved forward to support her, smiling: "I’m just slow to react, slow to react."
"What did you an about the fish soup needing to simr slowly?"
"The young mistress and the third young master, aren’t they doing well?"
"I see the young mistress being very good to the third young master, running up and down, back and forth, very concerned, while our third young master doesn’t know how to coax a girl, looking really cold."
Yule’s words were quite the understatent.
Poe’s attitude towards Ava was more than just cold—utterly indifferent, as if he didn’t care at all.
Upon hearing Yule’s words, in the past, Sharon would surely have sighed, full of worry.
How could her grandson be so tongue-tied and unable to woo a girl?
But now, she wasn’t anxious, nor worried, but rather at ease with it.
"You don’t understand."
"Just wait and see."
With others, it might not work, but with this girl, that’s exactly what it takes.
She’s just waiting for the day to hold her great-grandchild.
Definitely.
Reviews
All reviews (0)