CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 390: MORE LOSS THAN GAIN

"Keep an eye on what the lady does at home, if there’s anything unusual, call me."

The housekeeper understood: "Okay, I’ll inform Mr. Vaughn."

"Hmm."

The call ended.

Poe Vaughn glanced at the rearview mirror; in the night, the street lights were bright, trees swiftly passing by, the villa long gone.

He withdrew his gaze, took out his phone, his fingers lightly moved and landed on the spot where Ava had bitten, rubbing the mark left by her teeth.

The mark she left was still there, and if you felt carefully, you could even feel the softness of her lips on his hand.

At this moment, Poe’s eyes deepened.

Inside the villa.

Ava briefly tidied up, got dressed, making herself look less disheveled than before.

She didn’t take long to finish and without any pause, turned and left the bedroom, heading straight downstairs.

However, as she reached the top of the stairs, she remembered something and immediately returned to her bedroom.

The car keys were in her bedroom; she needed to drive back.

Her car was here.

At this time, she definitely had to drive back herself.

Quickly returning to the bedroom, Ava grabbed the car keys and hurried downstairs.

Just then, the villa was brightly lit, everything in the living room was brilliantly illuminated.

Ava immediately saw the untouched food on the dining table and suddenly felt hungry.

She rubbed her stomach instinctively, frowned, "What time is it now?"

Ava looked at the clock in the living room, her face darkened, "It’s nine forty-six, almost ten."

This person had ruined her evening for hours.

Too much!

Ava felt annoyed, but it was futile, because this person was her client boss.

She had no right to say no at all.

She went downstairs, came to the dining table, looked at the dishes, and carried them to the kitchen to steam them hot.

At this hour, she might as well forget about returning to class. The teacher must have already called Lauren, and Lauren called Quentin, confirming she hadn’t returned, so they’d left.

Since that’s the case, there’s no point in rushing back now.

Eat first, after eating then go back, and take a good rest, use these few days while he’s on a business trip to work and study well, restore her energy!

Otherwise, when he returns, who knows how he’ll squeeze her again.

Thinking about it, Ava started steaming the food, then went to the bathroom to look for her phone.

Her skirt had pockets, she had put the phone in the pocket.

But she had just looked, the phone wasn’t in the skirt, so it might have fallen in the bathroom.

However, upon entering the bathroom, Ava’s face turned red.

It was a mess from what she and Poe had done, towels thrown on the floor, hand soap and sanitizer, incense had also been tossed to the ground, it was chaotic, water stains were everywhere, some even on the glass, leaving tracks.

Ava looked at this scene and immediately saw the crazy scene between her and Poe here.

Despite not usually being thin-skinned, her face turned crimson.

Not daring to look further, she quickly tidied up, throwing out what was broken, washing and cleaning up what wasn’t, placing them on the washstand.

However, the washstand wasn’t clean either, she hurriedly wiped it with a towel, then cleaned the towel.

Regardless, no traces should be noticeable.

She knew the housekeeper might know she and Poe had done something in here, which was why she hid from sight.

But knowing is one thing, seeing it is another.

Therefore, she needed to tidy quickly.

Ava was fast, within moments, everything looked neat, seemingly unchanged from before.

She felt relieved.

Yet, her phone?

Why hadn’t she seen her phone?

Ava held the towel, carefully searched in the bathroom, and before long, she saw the phone lying in the corner of the washstand, lonely as if it’d been there for a long time.

At least she found it in the end.

A smile appeared on Ava’s face, she immediately picked it up.

But quickly, her face sank.

The moment she picked the phone up, the shattered screen was clearly visible, Ava: "..."

She was completely speechless.

One bout of that thing, and the phone was broken.

She felt it was totally not worth it!

Ava pressed the phone, it didn’t turn on anymore; she instantly got a headache.

A broken phone was troublesome, she didn’t know if it could be repaired, plus there were many of her photos inside, though not private photos, there were pictures of her and Poe.

Those photos couldn’t be leaked.

Thinking about this, Ava’s temples throbbed, her headache worsened.

She believed it was Poe’s fault; if he hadn’t suddenly done it, how could her phone be broken?

Therefore, he had to be responsible for this!

Not asking him to compensate for the phone, but the calls and photos inside were very important, they must be recovered.

He needed to fix her phone to prevent his privacy from leaking.

Thinking about it, Ava directly left the bathroom and fetched the antique phone to call Poe.

He should not have reached the airport yet, right? Even if he did, he probably hadn’t boarded the plane yet.

Not so fast.

Ava held the receiver, listening to the dialing tone while gazing at the time in the living room.

Unconsciously, it was already past ten; time flew by.

At this moment, a taxi stopped outside the villa’s ornate gate.

The sound of the car was particularly clear in this quiet night.

Ava heard it, immediately looked over, and saw the housekeeper getting out of the car, walking in.

Ava raised her eyebrows, her heart skipped a beat, followed by relief.

Thankfully she tidied up; otherwise, being here for the housekeeper to see would have been truly awkward.

"Hello."

A deep voice came through the receiver, sensuous and enticing in the vast living room, making Ava’s heartbeat speed up instantly; she promptly said: "My phone’s broken!"

The car had just stopped at the airport entrance, Poe got out, his phone rang.

He picked up the phone, seeing the incoming call, he connected without hesitation.

But as soon as he spoke, a voice angry and displeased came through the phone.

His eyes slightly moved, entering the airport: "And?"

"You need to fix it for me!"

"My phone has a lot of important information and calls, plus our photos. If I take it elsewhere for repair, it might expose our relationship. You must take responsibility for this!"

Ava was very assertive, commanding him, not allowing Poe any chance to decline.

"Hmm, give the phone to Old Zhang, he will handle it."

"Okay!"

With that, Ava hung up abruptly, no dithering.

Soon, the busy tone came through the receiver; Poe put down the phone, and said to Quentin behind him: "The lady’s phone is broken, arrange for a new phone to be given to Old Zhang, let him give it to the lady and assign someone to repair the phone, ensure no data loss."

Quentin had heard the call Poe just had, now hearing Poe’s instruction, he instantly knew what needed to be done.

"Okay, I’ll call right now."

Quentin quickly called someone, instructing them to immediately buy the best lady’s phone to give to Old Zhang for the lady, then telling someone to repair the phone without losing data.

After instructing these two tasks, Quentin hung up the phone, looking at the person walking ahead.

Poe had given Quentin instructions but didn’t speak again, his steps steady as he entered the VIP lounge.

Quentin glanced at the cold side profile, his mind suddenly recalled Poe’s phone conversation in the car.

Then, he was slightly moved, asked: "President Vaughn, would you like a copy of the repaired phone data?"