Ava Sterling’s mind went blank. Read complete version only at NovєlFіre.net
She stared at the water, at the hand, as if her eyes were about to pop out.
Really, it was an unbelievably astonishing thing, she truly couldn’t accept it.
Poe Vaughn looked at this dumbfounded face, the wide eyes, filled with shock and disbelief, unable to pull away.
He moved his hand holding the cup forward, and the rim touched Ava Sterling’s lips.
Ava instinctively opened her mouth, Poe slightly raised his hand, and the warm water flowed along the cup rim into Ava’s lips, then into her throat...
Ava’s eyelashes moved unconsciously, her throat swallowed, the water flowed into her stomach, and the burning anger in her was extinguished to the point where even the sparks disappeared.
Instinctively, she looked up at this person.
The deep eyes, as calm as the deep sea, with a gaze as profound as an abyss, eternally indifferent as a Celestial being.
Ava’s heart started pounding, and suddenly a thought popped into her mind: She really wanted to pull this Celestial being down and tarnish him!
With her mind in disarray, she finished the water in the cup, and Poe withdrew the cup, looking at Ava with an unsatisfied expression.
Ava felt she hadn’t just drunk water, but nectar from The Celestial Realm!
The moment the cup left her lips, she instinctively stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.
Hearing this low voice, she paused and looked at him, seeing no displeasure on his face, his demeanor unchanged, as if serving her just now was an insignificant task that didn’t compromise his dignity.
Feeling slightly moved, a thought quickly flashed through Ava’s mind, and she tentatively said, "I seem... to be a little thirsty still..."
Poe watched the sly little thoughts in her bright eyes, turned around to get the pitcher, and poured another half cup of water.
Ava didn’t move, just sat on the bed watching him, watching him calmly pour the water, watching him place the pitcher down unhurriedly, and then watching him come over with the cup.
Her eyes opened wider little by little, excitement welling up inside her.
This man was indeed serving her!
Just like before, Poe brought the cup to Ava’s mouth, not needing her to move closer. Ava smiled, opened her mouth, and drank it all down.
Half a cup of water down her stomach, that was enough.
Rarely does she get the chance to be waited on by this person, she might as well take advantage of it.
Poe, seeing this person with no intention of hiding her thoughts, didn’t say anything, poured another half cup, and fed it to Ava again.
Ava finished it again, and after drinking, she even let out a satisfied burp.
She glanced at this person and found he didn’t have any reaction, as if unaware of her little scheme.
However, even so, Ava didn’t push her luck further; too much of anything is not good, moderation is key.
She understood this principle.
She spoke up voluntarily, feeling satisfied.
The kind of person she is, easy to please, just a few cups of water are enough.
Poe placed the cup on the bedside table, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Ava was completely relaxed, leaning against the headboard, a smile on her lips, in high spirits.
Hearing the sound, she blinked, "Could it be the caretaker?"
The caretaker hadn’t arrived yet, but since she had discussed it with Vincent Donovan, and Vincent agreed to arrange one, it would definitely happen.
Although she didn’t have much interaction with Vincent Donovan, Vincent gave her a reliable feeling, someone trustworthy.
Poe didn’t respond to her but sat back in the chair, looking at her, and said aloud, "Come in."