CHAPTER 509: CHAPTER 509: LIKES POE VAUGHN SO MUCH

Click!

The bathroom door swung open, and Ava Sterling, without a moment’s hesitation, surged directly into the bathroom, right in front of Poe Vaughn.

At that moment, Poe Vaughn had just turned off the shower head, stopping the hot water, and reached for a robe to put on.

But as soon as he draped the robe over himself, before he even had a chance to tie the belt, the fiery person rushed in, directly confronting him.

Poe Vaughn paused the hand that was about to tie the belt.

Right now, Ava Sterling was wholly focused, intent only on discovering whether Poe Vaughn was truly angry, so she charged up to him, hands on her hips, her gaze fixed on this person now observing her, and asked, "Poe Vaughn, are you really not angry?"

Her demeanor held not a trace of appeasement, nor a hint of the insincerity typical when she tried to placate him; it was entirely direct and unrestrained.

Her actions and expression were communicating to him that the question was serious, not a jest.

She wanted to understand his thoughts, his feelings.

She wasn’t one for circling around; she wanted to ask directly and get to the bottom of things.

Poe Vaughn observed the subtle irritation on the face of the person before him, seeming ready to explode at any moment, and his hand, briefly paused, moved slightly, and then he tied the belt.

With the tying of the belt, all the masculine allure of his chest and lower body was effectively concealed.

Seeing him move, but not responding to her, Ava Sterling grew impatient, following Poe Vaughn’s movements, then... Ava Sterling froze.

Her previous bluster suddenly seemed to hit a pause button, leaving her entirely motionless.

Watching the muscular outlines covered by the robe, and the proud masculine charm being concealed, Ava Sterling’s eyelashes fluttered, and her heart skipped a beat.

Strangely enough, she had seen it many times, used it many times, yet seeing it again still set her heart racing uncontrollably.

Ava Sterling’s mind was a stampede of horses, and she scolded herself inwardly.

She’d been with this person not even a few hours ago, yet seeing his body again now already elicited a reaction from her.

Ava Sterling, do you really like this person so much?

Or did he drug you?

No, to be precise, it’s as if he bewitched you.

Otherwise, why would she find continual pleasure in this?

At this very moment, Ava Sterling’s gaze shifted from Poe Vaughn’s face to his body, eyes fixated; her thoughts were utterly exposed in her gaze.

And her prior bafflement, the determination to have an answer, now all rolled off to the horizon, irretrievable by anyone.

Poe Vaughn gazed into those directly fixated eyes; those clear eyes bore a watery sheen. He parted his lips, "Thought about it?"

The deep voice entered her ears like a claw reaching into her heart, gripping Ava Sterling’s heart instantaneously, making her body weaken in an instant.

Her lips parted, instinctively looking up at this person, seeing those deep and enthralling eyes.

As soon as she saw those eyes, Ava Sterling’s heartbeat quickened, like a fawn franticly colliding in her heart, inducing anxiety.

She instinctively turned her head away, saying, "I... uh!"

Suddenly, her body was lifted up, shocking Ava Sterling into hurriedly wrapping her legs around Poe Vaughn’s waist, her arms like lotus roots embracing his neck, hanging onto him, staring at him in surprise.

She hadn’t anticipated Poe Vaughn would suddenly make a move.

And before she could react, he carried her into the shower, turning on the shower head, and immediately, hot water cascaded down Ava Sterling’s head, prompting her to shut her eyes.

And at that moment, her lips were captured in a kiss, a fervent kiss, a forceful kiss, a domineering kiss, drowning Ava Sterling in an instant.

Ava Sterling’s mind was in disarray, muddled like her current heart, unable to control itself.

She could only instinctively hold onto him, clutch him tightly, kiss him.

The clothes and pants on her body gradually fell to the ground, the breathless breathing and low moans spread in the bathroom, disturbing the tranquility within.

At this moment, everything heated up.

On the beach.

The little Sylvie Ainsworth was hurt by Poe Vaughn’s words, continuously crying in Vincent Donovan’s arms, crying heartbrokenly, as Vincent Donovan’s constant consolation was unavailing, leaving him no choice but to hug the little fellow and patiently soothe their back, waiting for them to finish crying.

Clearly, the little one was fine, to be precise, they were not uncomfortable.

If there had been any discomfort, Poe Vaughn and Ava would have already sent him to the hospital, not waited until now.

So, the little one was crying over something else.

As for what it was, Vincent was completely in the dark.

Unless the little fellow spoke, he would have to wait until they cried it out before asking.

However, it was breezy on the beach, and being nighttime made it considerably cooler than during the day.

The little fellow crying like this, Vincent Donovan worried they’d catch a chill and get sick, so he carried the little one back to the hotel.

Their hotel was not the same as Poe Vaughn’s, but they were adjacent, both situated on this beach. One could say one was on the left and the other on the right.

Carrying the little one back to his suite, by this time, the crying had diminished considerably.

Children, after all, are children, even when truly distraught they cannot cry loudly indefinitely, it’s exhausting.

Vincent Donovan carried the little fellow to grab tissues, then sat on the sofa looking at the softly weeping one in his arms, their face stained with tears, eyes red from crying, invoking much sympathy.

To speak of it, this seemed to be the first time he’d seen the little one crying so despondently, it had truly frightened him earlier.

Vincent Donovan’s heart softened, wiping the little one’s tears, speaking soothingly, "Uncle has never seen our Sylvie cry so sadly before, can Sylvie tell Uncle why you’re crying so hard? Is something wrong?"

This little one is incredibly smart; although he is only three years old, he understands what adults say and when he doesn’t, he asks, and upon asking, he understands.

And this child is always well-behaved, often smiling, chubby and soft. Even for someone like him, he really likes this child.

Vincent Donovan’s character was already gentle, not cold like Poe Vaughn, nor flamboyant like Ethan Ainsworth. Children really liked him and trusted him.

The little one cried until exhausted, their small face lying against Vincent Donovan’s chest, sobbing, their tender body moving with every sob felt painful to observe.

Yet, Vincent Donovan watched as the little one appeared languid, like an eggplant beaten by frost, devoid of the usual lively spirit, as if having suffered a major setback, utterly disheartened.

Oddly enough, seeing the little one in this state made him laugh instead.

"What’s going on here? Our Sylvie doesn’t even seem to want to play now."

This child loved playing, yet hardly made a fuss, able to play alone for long stretches, exceedingly well-behaved.

Hearing his words, the little fellow felt wronged, tears pooling in their eyes, they said, "Uncle, Sylvie likes sister, Sylvie wants to marry sister. But how could Uncle Poe marry sister first? Sylvie is so sad."

Saying so, tears within their eyes spilled, terribly woeful.

However, the sorrowful words spoken with a crying voice and filled with childish innocence entered his ears with surprise.

Marry Miss Sterling?

How... how does this child know the word "marry"?