CHAPTER 479: CHAPTER 479: STILL ANGRY, NOT OVER IT

In an instant, the questioning words on the paper came into clear view.

"Poe Vaughn, what do you mean? I wrote so much, and you just dismissed me with a two-word ’read’. Is this the attitude for a proper discussion?"

The sentence is filled with anger, and just by looking at it, you can feel the fury raging inside Ava Sterling at this moment.

Poe Vaughn finished reading the sentence and fixed his gaze on Ava Sterling’s face.

Ava Sterling stared at him with fire in her eyes, her lips tightly pressed, and her pale face flushed with anger.

Seeing him look at her, she immediately placed the paper and pen in front of him, meaning: Write!

This domineering posture made her completely forget that she was the Party B, not the Party A.

Poe Vaughn looked at the aggressive person before him, and after two breaths, picked up the pen and wrote four words beneath Ava Sterling’s sentence.

Finished, he capped the pen.

This time, Ava Sterling didn’t wait for him to hand her the paper; she snatched it the moment he capped the pen.

Instantly, Ava Sterling froze.

Because the words on the paper deflated her anger immediately.

"Still angry, not dissipated."

Seeing these four words, Ava Sterling’s fire vanished in an instant, not even a spark left.

Damn it, she forgot again as soon as she got angry.

Forgot she was in a disadvantageous position now and couldn’t afford any rashness.

Instinctively, Ava Sterling cautiously looked at Poe Vaughn.

Poe Vaughn’s eyes were no longer shut; he was looking at Ava Sterling with the pen in his hand, his gaze deep and serene, filled with boundless tranquility, seemingly calm but actually... dangerous.

Ava Sterling tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying hard to pull out a smile, then carefully took the pen from Poe Vaughn’s hand and seriously wrote a sentence under his handwriting, then handed it to Poe Vaughn with both hands.

This time Poe Vaughn didn’t take it, but his eyes fell on the words on the paper.

"Honey, I was wrong, please don’t be mad~~"

This sentence was full of placation, full of submission, even with a pitiful tone.

Yet, Poe Vaughn remained unmoved.

Seeing him so unapproachable, Ava Sterling shuddered with anxiety, then took back the paper and continued to write on it carefully.

Quickly, the paper was once again placed in front of Poe Vaughn.

"Honey, you tell me how you want to punish me, and I’ll comply. Don’t make things difficult for Jean, it’s all my fault and has nothing to do with Jean."

This time, the heartfelt words entered her eyes, filled with a good attitude of admitting mistakes.

Especially, she still remembered Jean.

Poe Vaughn’s eyes finally moved, lifting his hand.

Ava Sterling’s eyes lit up, and she immediately offered the pen with both hands.

Poe Vaughn took it and wrote two words on the paper.

Ava Sterling wanted to lean over to read, but she stopped herself just as she was about to move.

At this moment, the situation with the enemy remained unclear, and it was best not to act rashly.

Poe Vaughn finished writing and pushed the paper aside, and Ava Sterling, understanding very well, immediately picked it up to look.

"Rest."

Two short words, stingy with words.

Ava Sterling’s face went blank for a moment.

Rest, he actually said rest...

The fire in Ava Sterling’s heart flared up again, but she forced it down when she saw Poe Vaughn’s closed eyes.

Can’t get angry, can’t get angry, anger makes you age, makes you ugly.

She doesn’t want to age or become ugly.

So, calm down, calm down, calm down again.

Ava Sterling’s eyes burned with fury as she stared at the person ignoring her, then gradually the fire in her eyes extinguished.

She turned back around, sitting in the chair, her mind racing.

It seemed Poe Vaughn didn’t want to talk because he was still angry.

And under the circumstances of being angry, he still wrote so many words to her, which was already very difficult; she should cherish it and be content.

Thinking this, Ava Sterling looked at the words on the paper, as captivating as Poe Vaughn himself, and her heart calmed down, no longer agitated.

Now the initiative was with Poe Vaughn, whatever he said was what went.

She had to accommodate him.

So, if he says rest, then rest; after a sleep, talk again when they reach Saipan Island.

Looking at these words, although he was angry, it wasn’t to the point of ignoring her or even wanting a divorce.

So, there’s a chance for her.

And many chances, in fact.

With clear thoughts one by one, Ava Sterling’s tense heart gradually relaxed.

However...

Ava Sterling looked at the person beside her; Poe Vaughn’s closed eyes didn’t move, it seemed he was really resting.

Also, he was always so busy all day, with the Rhodes Family business during the day, not knowing if they reached out to him. And when he came home at night, he heard her talking to Jean about his mother, and he must be feeling upset.

Thinking of these, Ava Sterling felt a wave of guilt in her heart.

He was actually quite exhausted, and she gave him trouble, making him more tired, so it was only natural for him to be angry.

So...

Tomorrow she would coax him well, accommodate him, and she couldn’t lose her temper, couldn’t blow her top, no matter what she had to hold it in!

With this in mind, Ava Sterling clenched her hand into a fist, eyes slightly narrowed, filled with determination.

She couldn’t drop the ball again!

At this moment, a raging fire surged within Ava Sterling, not of anger, but filled with determination.

Having thought through everything, Ava Sterling didn’t disturb Poe Vaughn anymore. She put away the paper and pen with the utmost care, afraid of disturbing Poe Vaughn’s rest.

And after tidying up, she leaned back against the chair, eyes closed.

She needed a good rest, a good sleep, to face the new day with a better spirit, especially facing Poe Vaughn.

Quickly, drowsiness swept over her, and not long after, Ava Sterling fell asleep.

Poe Vaughn listened to the rustling sounds beside him, and when those sounds quieted, and eventually there were none, even listening carefully, hearing her steady and soft breathing, he opened his eyes.

The lights in the cabin had dimmed, and outside it was pitch black; everything had quieted down.

Poe Vaughn turned to look at the person beside him.

Ava Sterling had already fallen into a deep sleep; only something really major and unsolvable would prevent her from sleeping quickly.

Put simply, she’s carefree.

But it’s this carefree nature that has allowed her to reach where she is today, for if it were someone else, they’d likely be plagued with various illnesses, unable to have her current well-being.

At this moment, her head was tilted to the side, eyes closed, those thick eyelashes resting on her eyelids, her face extremely compliant.

At this moment, Ava Sterling had lost the bold audaciousness of the day, lost the aggressive demeanor she showed in front of him, and had none of the vivid, unhidden expressions. She became obedient, gentle, and serene, like a soft and sticky little kitten, making people want to hold her in their arms.

Poe Vaughn looked at that white delicate face, those quietly resting eyelashes, for a long time, before he retracted his gaze and pressed a button beside him.

Quickly, a flight attendant came over.

"Sir, is there anything you need?"

The flight attendant bent down, her voice particularly small because many people were resting at this time.

Poe Vaughn spoke softly.