The soy milk unconsciously flowed into his throat, and in his state of trance, Poe Vaughn only reacted in an instant.
But even though he reacted, it was already too late.
A mild itch came from his throat, and he instinctively started coughing.
Ava froze for a moment, then quickly stood up, circled the table and came to his side, hurriedly patting his back: "Honey, did you choke?"
As she spoke, she grabbed some tissues for Poe Vaughn, and asked Sister Wei to fetch a glass of warm water.
Sister Wei was also taken aback.
She hadn’t expected Poe Vaughn to choke, but upon hearing Ava’s words, she snapped out of it and quickly said, "Okay, I’ll go right away."
Sister Wei briskly went to the kitchen and soon brought back a glass of warm water.
Ava took the warm water and immediately brought it to Poe Vaughn’s lips. By then, Poe had already somewhat suppressed his coughing, even though his throat still felt a mild itch.
He looked at her slender white fingertips holding the glass, grabbed the cup, and drank the water inside, suppressing that mild itch.
But even so, his face still carried a slight redness from the coughing, looking quite different from the usual.
Ava stayed beside him, her hand still on his back, her body bent, looking down at him. She clearly saw his cheeks, brows, eyes, and ears tinged red due to the coughing. Ava’s eyes lit up brightly again.
This man is so handsome even when he’s coughing; if she had a son with him, wouldn’t he be adorable!
At that moment, the corners of Ava’s mouth couldn’t help but widen into a grin, looking at Poe Vaughn as if she were gazing at the chubby baby in her dreams, liking it no matter how she sees it.
The intense gaze fell upon him, unapologetically, as if a fire ignited on his face.
Poe Vaughn drank the water and placed the cup down, wiping his lips with a tissue, while in the corner of his eye was Ava’s beautiful collarbone, fair skin, and with her bent body, the cleavage that also inadvertently appeared.
After wiping away the water on his lips, despite having just coughed, he remained composed, not hurried at all. Fresh chapters posted on N()velFire.net
Even his gaze was as deep as usual, unchanged.
When the droplets were wiped clean, his lips returned to their normal moistness, but the lip color was slightly redder than usual, looking more enticing.
Poe Vaughn placed the tissue on the table, then leaned back, resting against the chair.
Ava reacted quickly; the moment his body leaned against the chair, she swiftly withdrew her hand, almost instantaneously standing straight with an exceptionally obedient demeanor.
She couldn’t let him end their agreement too early; she needed to follow him, please him, so she could have a child.
Ava Sterling now, for the sake of having a child, there’s nothing she couldn’t endure.
Poe Vaughn leaned back on the chair, legs crossed, hands withdrawn and crossed over his legs, he looked at the untouched breakfast opposite him, then spoke: "Sit properly."
Ava immediately dashed back to the other side, sat properly in her own seat.
And her body sat so straight, a face radiant with a smile, just barely stopping short of saying two words: flunky.
Poe Vaughn gazed at her, she had retracted her sharpness, the spines were tucked away into all corners, not appearing at all.
She gazed at him, eyes bright, smile cheerful, with obvious fawning.
His eyes moved slightly, he asked, "What’s the matter?"
Ava’s eyes flashed with surprise; did he really notice so quickly?
Was she really that obvious?
It’s not so much about being obvious as it is blatant...
Ava felt awkward; this man was very clever, with sharp eyes and a heart hard to gauge. How could she, a simple naïve rabbit, ever compete with such an old fox?
Of course, she couldn’t.
Ava’s lips moved, her thoughts also quickly turning, then she lightly coughed, "Cough cough!"
Her body sat even straighter, and the flunky demeanor from before had vanished; she raised her chin, and spoke.