CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 508: HE PREFERS DAUGHTERS

"Ah..."

Ava Sterling was stunned.

He’s not angry?

Not angry?

Ava Sterling’s hand, resting on Poe Vaughn’s hand, halted, her lips parted as she looked at the person in front of her in astonishment. It seemed she wanted to discern if he was speaking truth or falsehood, truly angry or pretending.

Poe Vaughn looked at the bewildered and surprised face in front of him, tightened his grip on her hand, and continued, "As you said, is there a need for me to be angry over a child?"

At this moment, Poe Vaughn was extremely calm, exuding a serene aura, completely different from his previously earth-shattering demeanor on the beach.

Ava Sterling’s eyes widened, her heart pounding, doubting if she was hallucinating.

Wondering if she was dreaming.

Otherwise, how could it be so drastically different? Terrifyingly so...

This change left Ava Sterling frightened, so much so that she couldn’t respond, as if her soul had disappeared.

Poe Vaughn looked at the obviously terrified person with clear, bright eyes, which clearly reflected her current emotions and thoughts.

His gaze shifted, releasing her hand, then turned and entered the bedroom.

Ava Sterling stood there, watching the departing figure, her lips parted, wanting to speak but found she couldn’t make a sound.

Watching him walk into the bedroom and disappear from sight, Ava Sterling was dazed.

She wondered if she was the one with the problem, or if it was Poe Vaughn who had the problem.

Poe Vaughn entered the bedroom and headed to the bathroom to wash up, completely ignoring Ava Sterling, fully aware of what she was thinking.

And he, wouldn’t explain, nor speak much.

This was just how he was, keeping all his thoughts deep inside, never showing any of it.

Hot water poured down from above, striking his body densely, Poe Vaughn stood under the shower, his eyes slightly lowered, the words echoing in his ears.

"Grandmother wants us to have a child, and if we have a son in the future, you can’t stop him from kissing me, right?"

"..."

"Even a step back, if we have children in the future, have a son, even if the son doesn’t kiss me, I have to kiss him every day. Are you going to take the son away? Do you think that’s appropriate?"

"..."

A son.

Poe Vaughn chewed on these two words, his heartbeat intensified.

Compared to a son, he preferred a daughter.

At this moment, his inner eyes slightly narrowed, a dense darkness enveloped all emotions in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, letting the hot water continuously beat down on his face as though it were hitting his heart.

Ava Sterling remained outside for a long time before returning to the bedroom. She sat on the sofa, legs crossed, arms folded, squinting at the faint figure reflected in the bathroom.

And in her mind, thoughts constantly churned.

He was clearly very angry before, very off, it was because of that child that he was angry, she was sure.

She hadn’t been dreaming, nor was she hallucinating, nor had she lost her memory, he was indeed angry.

But just now, he was clearly not angry, showing no sign of wanting to explode; could it be that she had misunderstood?

Ava Sterling touched her chin, her brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on the bathroom as if watching a suspect, then her eyes narrowed dangerously.

She felt that Poe Vaughn was angry but was brewing something, this matter would not be easily resolved, hence his unusual calmness earlier.

No, she needed to probe, to understand this person’s thoughts, she couldn’t let him get angrier.

Otherwise, would she have to stay on this Saipan Island indefinitely?

With this thought, Ava Sterling immediately stood up from the sofa and quickly headed to the bathroom.