CHAPTER 485: CHAPTER 485: IRRESISTIBLE FEELINGS

"You can ask."

"Huh?"

A deep, magnetic voice reached her ears, paired with those profoundly deep eyes, like sinking into the deep sea, leaving Ava Sterling stunned.

Can ask?

What does it mean?

But, if she can ask, then why was he angry? And angry for so long?

Ava’s lips parted, her eyes widened, unable to process it.

Poe Vaughn looked at the person trapped in chaotic thoughts, shifted his gaze, and continued, "You can ask me about my mother, there’s no need to hide."

Once again, affirming words reached her ears, snapping Ava’s shocked thoughts back.

Her lips parted, countless questions and inexplicable feelings arose, but they all condensed into one direct question: "Then why are you angry?"

It wasn’t because she secretly asked Aunt Wei about his mother and provoked him, then why was he angry, and so seriously?

She couldn’t figure it out at all.

It felt like she had fallen into a pit, but the pit told her it’s not a pit, it’s flat ground.

This kind of feeling left her completely at a loss for words, feeling utterly bewildered.

Poe Vaughn looked at the sky ahead; the day had arrived, the night had left, everything was a new day.

A new beginning.

"Why are you afraid of me?"

Clearly a question, but spoken like a statement, stating a fact.

The fact that she’s afraid of him.

Ava Sterling froze in place.

Why is she afraid of him?

He’s... he’s angry because of this?

At this moment, Ava’s eyes widened and she quickly said, "You’re angry because of this?"

Poe Vaughn didn’t answer.

His indifferent attitude was the best answer.

He’s indeed angry because of this, an almost unimaginable reason.

Ava immediately felt like laughing but also wanted to say something, yet she ended up laughing directly: "No way..."

"You’re... you’re really angry just because of this?"

"Do you... is there any need for this?"

Ava couldn’t help but feel amused.

He’s angry because she’s afraid of him, such an incredibly minor reason, completely surpassing her inquiry about his mother—how does he think?

Could her trivial matter outshine his mother?

Ava didn’t know what to say.

She never expected the reason she was tense for so long to be this, truly making her feel simultaneously relaxed and grateful yet difficult to believe, wondering if this person was out of his mind.

Unconsciously, she relaxed, looking at the chiseled features and model-like face.

This face seemed without warmth, devoid of emotion, his thoughts truly unfathomable, like the deep sea with no bottom to explore.

He’s filled with mystery, yet full of danger. He sparks curiosity, but also fear.

You never know what he’s hiding inside; without him saying, you really won’t know a thing.

At this moment, staring at that cold profile and the beautiful jawline, seemingly without thinking, Ava suddenly leaned in to plant a kiss on his jawline.

A natural act, without any second thoughts. Simply wanting to do it, she did so.

Poe Vaughn looked ahead, never looking at Ava, whether she was speaking or undergoing major emotional shifts, he never glanced her way.

But at this moment, that hardest part felt a soft touch, like a passing cloud closely clinging to him. In an instant, his bones softened.

That familiar itch emerged, gnawing at him, like pins piercing him.

His pupils contracted slightly, he extended his arm, pulled the person leaning on him close. In the next moment, his thin lips kissed her.

Kissed her fiercely.

Ava wasn’t nervous or worried at all; though Poe provided a reason too absurd to believe, it was uttered by him, making it difficult not to believe.

Besides, he had no reason to deceive her.

So, what was she tense about? What was she afraid of?

Ava completely relaxed, her lips curling up uncontrollably, a joyful feeling spreading rapidly inside her heart.

But at moments like this, her waist was encircled, followed by a burning kiss landing on her lips, quickly enveloped by scorching breaths. Ava’s eyes widened, looking at the person so close.

Entering her view were his deep, dark eyes, inside swirling familiar darkness, yet unlike in bed, carrying swirling storm-like intensity, startling her.

Ava was utterly stunned.

What was happening with him?

Was he going to devour her?

Just because she feared him?

Before Ava could think much, her nape was held, the terrifying kiss enveloping her, a pain seeping into her consciousness, leading her to instinctively let out a cry.

He bit her.

It hurt terribly.

Still, what does this pain matter, how can she ease his anger now?

Regaining consciousness, Ava didn’t bother thinking too much, hugging Poe Vaughn’s neck, responding to his kiss.

At this moment, Ava had no fear of Poe, for she knew the cause of his anger, as insignificant as sesame seeds and beans, under these circumstances, she felt no more restraint.

Whatever she wanted to do, she did, unencumbered, free to act recklessly.

She kissed him, sat on his lap, her hand naturally sliding into his suit, caressing the texture she loved.

Full of strength, full of grandeur, mesmerizing her.

Poe’s gaze darkened, his thin lips left Ava’s lips, kissed her neck, slowly moving downward. His hand tightened around her waist, pressing her slender waist against him repeatedly.

Ava clearly sensed the changes happening in Poe Vaughn; as he kissed her, his kisses carried a devouring impulse, leaving her in pain and unable to endure.

Unable to hold back, she leaned her head back, her fingernails dug into the firm texture of his skin, her body unconsciously rubbing against him.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the car transformed.

From calm and icy to scorching and terrifying.

Both their breaths turned chaotic, amidst intensely burning feelings, jumbled beyond recognition.

Yet, at that climactic moment, Poe suddenly stopped.

He clutched the person in his arms tightly, burying himself onto her, his breath burning like fire, scorching Ava’s skin.

Ava’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat frantic and chaotic.

Her lips slightly parted, eyes half-closed, experiencing a hollow sense within due to Poe’s sudden halt.

She thought he would continue, taking her right in the car.

And she was ready to be taken by him.

If he truly intended, she wouldn’t resist.

But, unexpectedly at the final juncture, he stopped, showing remarkable self-control.

However, this action stirred a heat within her, sparking a desire to do something.

She looked at the person in her embrace, then held his face, kissing his forehead, kissing his brows, just like at the airport hall.

Yet, the kisses now felt different from those then.

Back then, she had motives, being very clear-headed, but now she didn’t.

She had no motive at all, just wanting to kiss him, simple as that.