CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 384: HE LOVES HER

On the way, Ava Sterling asked Poe Vaughn what time his flight was. Poe Vaughn told her, and she calculated the time, realizing it was just right to have dinner at the Greenhill Villa. Poe Vaughn would go to the airport for his business trip, and she would return to The Kestrel Apartments, perfectly timed.

It’s safe to say the timing doesn’t clash at all.

Ava Sterling wondered if he had known her class schedule beforehand and arranged the time in advance. How else could it be this perfectly timed?

However, she just felt that way; she wouldn’t believe it was true.

This person is so busy; how could he possibly pay attention to her affairs and accommodate her schedule? It’s impossible.

But since the time was set and everything was arranged, Ava Sterling felt at ease. She leaned against Poe Vaughn, telling him about the lecture her teacher gave at noon today. She found it particularly useful and felt it helped her a lot, and she praised Silas Donovan for finding a practical teacher, not just a textbook teacher, which suited her perfectly.

She likes such teachers, feeling like she’s learned a lot of useful knowledge all at once, and she’s particularly happy about it.

Ava Sterling isn’t really a person who loves to talk, especially about mundane, pointless things, but somehow, when she’s with Poe Vaughn, when she’s happy and relaxed, she can’t help but tell him these trivial, ordinary day-to-day matters.

In such moments, Poe Vaughn wouldn’t find her noisy. He would embrace her or play with her hand while listening, occasionally responding.

And so it was at this moment.

His arm somehow opened up, landing on her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He wasn’t playing with her hand; instead, his hand was being played with by her.

She toyed with his hand, touched his knuckles, his nails, compared the size of their hands, all while her mouth kept talking about things no one else would listen to.

His body leaned against the back of the chair, unknowingly relaxing, listening to her words, whether surprised, astonished, questioning, or joyful. From time to time, a deep "hmm" escaped his throat.

The atmosphere in the car gradually became calm, but this calm was filled with warmth.

Ava Sterling talked until she fell asleep.

She hugged Poe Vaughn’s waist, her face buried in his chest, sleeping soundly.

Poe Vaughn felt the quiet of the person in his arms, especially her breath, becoming steady and gentle. He lowered his gaze.

The usually lively and spirited eyes were closed, with thick and long lashes resting on her eyelids, and the lips that kept talking until a moment ago now shut, obedient, not saying anything that would upset him.

At this moment, she slept soundly in his arms, particularly compliant and docile.

He gazed at her, this beautiful face, brow and eyes, lips and nose, including the tiny pores on her face.

He knew she was beautiful, her face could be considered pretty among women.

But he never looks at her just as pretty; instead, it’s her demeanor when she speaks, so vivid, direct, unguarded, bold and free.

She is very genuine, even when acting in front of him, it’s fake yet real.

Even when she tries to pacify him, it is with suppressed anger, deceitful yet likable.

She always says things that anger him, always prancing around his boundaries, yet she has this ability to make him furious one moment and appeased the next; always making him indulge her and show her mercy again and again.

He likes her, and as time gradually passes, his liking transforms, becoming a shift from quantity to quality, his liking for her has completely turned into another kind of feeling.

Love.

Indeed.

This word that shouldn’t appear in his life has emerged with her appearance.

He has many feelings he has never experienced before, emotions that make him feel unfamiliar with himself.

But this version of him he does not hate, nor does he reject these new and abnormal feelings and emotions.

On the contrary, he wants these emotions, even if she angers him, he wants them.

He thinks, if he must want something in this life, something he cannot abandon, it would be her, Ava Sterling.

He wants her, wants her to spend this life with him, not allowing her to leave, not allowing her to be absent halfway, not allowing her life to be without him.

At this moment, Poe Vaughn lifted his gaze, looking ahead. Countless dark tones surged in his eyes, like an endless night swallowing all the light in an instant.

The car stopped at Greenhill Villa, Ava Sterling awoke.

She remembered Poe Vaughn asked her to pack his suitcase, so as soon as she got out of the car, she said, "I’ll go pack your suitcase!"

She quickly ran into the villa, sprinting upstairs rapidly.

Mrs. Wei had just placed the last dish on the table, had just finished, when she heard the car drive in.

A smile appeared on her face—Sir and Madam have returned.

Sir had called her earlier, told her he and Madam would be back around six and asked her to prepare dinner before their return.

She agreed, hung up the phone, and began preparing dinner. Now, the timing was just right.

However, as soon as Mrs. Wei set the table and straightened up, ready to greet the couple, Ava Sterling immediately came in and quickly went upstairs, disappearing from sight in just a few seconds.

Mrs. Wei opened her mouth, wanting to call out, but Ava Sterling had already disappeared.

This...

What’s happening with Madam?

Poe Vaughn walked in, his steps steady as usual. Mrs. Wei heard the sound, turned around, and bowed, "Sir, dinner is ready."

"Hmm."

Poe Vaughn changed his shoes and went upstairs.

Mrs. Wei wanted to ask but thought better and stepped back.

She doesn’t need to care about what Sir and Madam are doing; she just needs to do her own job well.

Mrs. Wei went to the kitchen to tidy up the cooking area.

Poe Vaughn went upstairs and into the bedroom.

Ava Sterling was already packing in the wardrobe, suitcase in hand.

She had packed for Poe Vaughn once before and had some experience. So this time, she packed quickly. When Poe Vaughn came in, Ava Sterling had already pulled out several shirts and suits from the wardrobe.

Hearing footsteps entering, Ava Sterling said, "Poe Vaughn, what do you think about me preparing three outfits for you?"

"One outfit per day, whether you change according to preference or else, it should be enough."

It’s not good for her to prepare four or five outfits for him, right?

After all, suits take up space, and if she packs four or five complete outfits, it would require three suitcases.

That would be too much, unnecessary.

And it would make her seem like she wants him to stay outside and not return, making her intentions too strong, not good.

Poe Vaughn came in with a suit jacket draped over his wrist, looked at the several suits and shirts on the jewelry cabinet in the middle, and gave a response. He placed the suit jacket draped over his wrist on the nearby sofa.

Ava Sterling smiled instantly upon getting a response, "You’ll probably be on a business trip for just a few days, right? For these few days, these outfits are enough. If not, let Quentin Quinn buy them for you."

Anyway, he doesn’t lack a few bucks.

Poe Vaughn didn’t speak.

But he walked to Ava Sterling’s side, watching her fold the clothes piece by piece, put them into specialized storage bags, and then into the suitcase, before speaking up.