CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: HUNGRY GAZES

The hotel is a five-star hotel in Delphos City, located in the bustling area of the city, the scenery is not comparable to outside the city, but the transportation is convenient.

The main thing is that if you have business in town, nowhere is too far.

It can be said that this hotel is equivalent to the center point of Delphos City, and unless you’re going far, it won’t take too long to get anywhere.

Whenever Ava is working and staying at a hotel, she almost always chooses a place like this.

Of course, it was booked by Lauren.

Her job is to finish her work and just lie down at the destination.

But!

She never thought she’d encounter Poe Vaughn at such a hotel!

Looking at the man presently standing outside the elevator, wrist draped over a suit jacket, wearing a dark shirt, dark trousers, with a highly superior tall and leggy stature, Ava’s head is filled with a thousand galloping horses.

Once, twice, three times encountering him.

Who wants to tell her, is it fate’s arrangement or is the person in front deliberately tracking her?

Birthed these thoughts in her head, Ava wants to curse herself.

Someone from the Vaughn Family of Aurelia tracking her, a mere model, is laughable to say the least!

So, Ava, tonight you’re really on the brink of madness.

If you don’t turn into a demon, you’ll become a Buddha!

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in the blink of an eye, but actually, it was just within a second.

Ava’s eyelashes fluttered, her gaze shifted, cool and indifferent, as if she didn’t know the person outside.

Joking!

She is Ava Sterling!

The renowned supermodel Ava Sterling!

Will she be thrown off by such a situation?

Dream on!

Poe seemed not to have noticed Ava, stepped in, pressed the floor button on the elevator with his fingertip.

In haste, the elevator doors closed.

The hotel elevator was luxuriously furnished and spacious, but no matter how large it is, once the door closes, it becomes cramped.

Ava stepped back two steps when Poe entered, widening the gap between them.

Total stranger distance.

Yet, as Poe pressed the floor button, she glanced quickly from the corner of her eye.

Instinctively without even realizing.

The hotel has over thirty floors; Ava lives on the thirty-second.

Because she likes heights, famously ’stand high, see far,’ it suits her.

Unexpectedly, this man is even higher, on the thirty-third.

Just one floor above hers.

The hotel has only thirty-three floors; he stays at the highest one, perfectly embodying his superiority.

Ava feels a sarcastic thought arise, rolling her eyes involuntarily.

But soon, she stiffens.

Is she being sarcastic?

Why does she need to be sarcastic?

Other than that one night, she and he have no other connections.

He doesn’t know her; she doesn’t know him; why is she mocking him?

Ava suddenly realizes a problem; she is hostile towards this person!

Why?!

Ava’s eyes widen, feeling she’s downright puzzling!

To stop herself from continuing irrationally, Ava immediately adjusts her mindset, staring at the elevator displaying changing floor numbers with a composed expression.

Ava, strangers.

You two are strangers!

No need to harbor hostility towards strangers, okay?

Self-regulation, and her mood gradually stabilizes.

Only as her mood steadies, she feels the different atmosphere in the elevator distinctly.

Can’t tell if it’s a misconception or the aura of this person himself; she feels the air in the elevator quite imposing.

Like a mountain standing in front of her, high, making it impossible for her to go over, full of pressure.

Even the temperature inside the elevator seems to have dropped a few degrees.

Chilly...

What’s going on?

Ava can’t help but look at the man standing in front of her; the shirt is black, apparently made of excellent material, simple, not flamboyant but a straightforward design.

But on this man, it appears especially attractive.

Her gaze sweeps over his shoulders and back, measuring his shoulder width with her eyes, and then slowly lowers to his waistline.

To wear clothing well, a man must have broad shoulders and a narrow waist, not overweight nor underweight, proportionate and stylish.

Although his body is now concealed by the shirt, nothing visible within, from what she sees, this man’s figure is excellent.

And frequently exercises.

Definitely a perfect physique!

Unable to resist, her gaze follows Poe Vaughn’s waistline downwards, slowly landing on his legs...

Extremely long; wherever her eyes go, they are filled with his legs, seemingly endless.

Long legs encased in trousers, a perfect demonstration of being a top-tier leg model.

Long, straight, and well-defined muscles...

At this moment, it’s as if Ava’s eyes have stripped Poe’s pants off, sketching his legs inch by inch with her vision, seemingly satisfied, ready to clutch onto these legs and devour them...

"Bzz-bzz! Bzz-bzz!"

Suddenly, the phone buzzing interrupts Ava’s frenzied gaze, even giving her a shock.

Frightened, she clutches her chest, nearly losing her soul.

Covering her wildly beating heart, she looks at the person ahead.

Unmoved, seemingly unaware of her daring and hungry gaze earlier.

Quickly shifting her gaze, she covers up her previous lustful appearance, hurriedly taking out her phone.

Her mind was originally in chaos, but upon seeing the name flashing on the screen.

Ava instantly calms down.

You could say, a face change in the blink of an eye.

She doesn’t want to answer Lillian Donovan’s call, but she must.

"Mom."

Swiping the answer button, Ava speaks coldly, her face also turning cold.

"What kind of tone is that?"

Lillian Donovan, hearing Ava’s voice, knows her mood instantly, quite dissatisfied.

Ava’s fingers tighten around the phone, lips pressed: "What do you want?"

"What do I want? Can’t I call you if I don’t have something to say?"

"Ava, let me tell you, I’m your mother, I have the right to know everything about you!"

"..."

Ava doesn’t want to speak anymore.

She’s said all the good and bad things, what else is left to say?

Not hearing Ava’s voice, Lillian Donovan seems unwilling to waste time on this topic, directly saying: "How are you getting along with Jace?"

Ava knows Lillian called for this question.

She knows Lillian too well.

For her own desires, she can disregard everything.

Just what Jace said to her mother is not enough to stop her from controlling her.

This is why, when Jace said he needed her help, she immediately agreed.

If necessary, she really does need Jace’s assistance.

But now, somehow, hearing Lillian’s words, the rebellious side inside Ava starts to rise.

Knowing what she should and shouldn’t say, she still speaks words to anger Lillian.

"I said I don’t want to marry!"

"Forcing me is useless!"

Originally, Lillian was just calling to ask, not really intending to enforce anything, but hearing Ava’s words, she instantly explodes.

Suddenly standing up, angrily scolding Ava: "Ava, you know your own worth?"

"Some lowly stuff, yet picky as you are, do you think you’re a fairy?!"

"Let me tell you, you must get married!"

"Jace, you will marry him whether you like it or not!"

The elevator is quiet, quiet enough that even breathing can be heard.

Lillian Donovan’s voice is loud, almost shouting, echoing clearly through the receiver into Poe Vaughn’s ears.

Upon hearing those insulting words, his brow furrows almost imperceptibly.