Internet Breaking: The Powerful CEO Reveals His Supermodel Wife-Chapter 531: Center of Attention

Poe Vaughn ate the pastry, chewing slowly and methodically, not rushed or anxious. Then he calmly picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

He felt no displeasure at Ava’s recent action.

In fact, he approved of what Ava did, and even liked it.

As men and long-time friends, at this moment, Vincent Donovan could say he almost entirely understood Poe Vaughn’s thoughts.

Vincent’s smile grew wider as he picked up his wine glass to toast with Poe Vaughn.

Poe Vaughn noticed and raised his glass slightly.

The two of them drank the wine in their glasses.

The atmosphere quietly returned to normal, yet Ethan Ainsworth still couldn’t wrap his head around it. To be precise, he found it hard to accept.

This man actually ate food fed by someone else, and in front of everyone, fed by a woman at that.

This was simply shocking, so shocking it changed Ethan Ainsworth’s whole world!

In Ethan Ainsworth’s mind, someone like Poe Vaughn would never marry, never have a woman, and never have emotions in his lifetime.

He was like a celestial god, emotionless and desireless, only focused on his career.

Once his career was accomplished, his task completed, he would pass away and continue being a god.

But now, Poe Vaughn was completely unlike he had imagined. Not only was he married, not only did he have a woman, but he also had a very unique sentiment towards this woman.

It was as if he was no longer a celestial being, but a mortal who had shed his divine robes to experience trials, possessing the seven emotions and six desires of a regular person, having feelings, warmth, and love.

Ethan Ainsworth found it unbelievable, incredibly unbelievable.

How long had it been?

A few months?

The person in his sight seemed to have changed entirely, taking on a completely different appearance, and he simply could not accept it.

"Auntie, I want to be fed too~"

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was distinctly different; it was quiet, but this quiet held some undefinable elements dancing in the air.

Especially in front of Ethan Ainsworth.

However, with this little one’s outburst, those undefinable elements dissipated, and the atmosphere changed.

It returned to the prior, normal state.

Ava listened to the little one’s words, paused, and then immediately broke into a warmly affectionate smile, "Alright!"

Feeding the little one wasn’t any trouble, and Ava readily agreed. She immediately picked up the other half of the pastry that the little one had bitten and fed it to him.

The little one obediently opened his mouth, swallowed the pastry, then squinted his big eyes, beamed at Ava with a particularly satisfied smile, "It’s so delicious~"

The little one’s sweetness made Ava smile even wider.

Afterward, without needing the little one to say a word, Ava began feeding him other foods while eating herself.

The little one ate with extreme joy, and so did Ava, the two of them getting along remarkably harmoniously. To anyone watching, it was a perfect picture with no faults.

Ethan Ainsworth watched Ava interact with the little one, then looked at Poe Vaughn.

With regard to Ava’s closeness with the little one, he had no aversion, and his demeanor was as usual. It could be said that he felt no displeasure whatsoever.

It seemed that Ava treating the little one so well didn’t make him angry, nor did he feel jealous.

He held his wine glass, occasionally toasting with Vincent Donovan, and sometimes his gaze landed on Ava and the little one, observing the pair. Under the night sky, amid the dispersed light, his eyes held a deep and profound calm.

Not a hint of disorder.

The food gradually began to arrive, and Ava, who had already felt hungry, picked up her chopsticks and started helping herself to the dishes.

She served herself, served the little one, eating with great delight. The little one did too, especially under Ava’s care; he was so delighted that his little legs swung beneath the chair.

The two of them were incredibly happy eating, enjoying every bite.

However, Ava did not forget Poe Vaughn, serving him while also serving the little one.

The little one, seeing this, imitated Ava, also serving food to Ava and Poe Vaughn.

Poe Vaughn didn’t have to lift a finger, as food was placed into his bowl, filling it to the brim.

He looked at the fresh dishes, piling up like a small mountain, and he set down the wine glass to take up his chopsticks, picking up the food to eat it.

Whether served by Ava or the little guy, he ate it all.

The three of them interacted quietly, saying nothing, but this scene before onlookers was incredibly harmonious and warm.

It was as if the three of them were a family of three, and everyone else were outsiders.

Ethan Ainsworth gradually accepted this, watching Ava and the little one interact, observing the closeness among the three, and his disbelief and astonishment gradually faded.

In the end, he smiled, a smile forming on his face.

Then he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of steak, and put it on Poe Vaughn’s plate.

"Here, we’ve known each other for so many years, and I’ve never served you food before. Try what I’ve picked for you, see if it’s tasty."

Ethan Ainsworth was picking a fight now, his behavior brazenly advertising his mischief.

Vincent Donovan noticed the steak put onto Poe Vaughn’s plate and saw Ethan Ainsworth’s obvious trouble-making grin, shaking his head helplessly.

Every time Ethan Ainsworth was with Poe Vaughn, he needed to stir up some trouble or risk feeling uncomfortable.

Vincent Donovan felt utterly helpless.

Poe Vaughn looked at the sudden addition of the steak on his plate, so abrupt, so conspicuous, so out of place.

His chopsticks stopped moving.

Ava heard Ethan Ainsworth’s words, looked over at him, and her subjective dislike towards him dissipated.

Although enjoying her meal with the little one, she discreetly observed the people across, including Doctor Donovan and this mixed-blood aristocrat.

She watched their expressions, demeanor, and interactions with Poe Vaughn, noting the changes.

Doctor Donovan remained consistently pleasant and polite, genuinely kind, a person of great character. He and Poe Vaughn occasionally toasted with wine, sharing an understanding among friends.

Doctor Donovan and Poe Vaughn shared an excellent relationship.

As for the mixed-blood aristocrat, the little one’s great-uncle, he came across as unruly and carefree, possessing an active, playful nature.

Still, he wasn’t this way with everyone; the shrewd intelligence behind his fox-like eyes was anything but stupid, seeing right through anyone. This person was exceptionally smart, skilled in understanding people’s minds.

Yet, in front of Poe Vaughn, he was unusually lively, almost like river water eager to pollute Poe Vaughn, wanting to pull him into the abyss it originated from.

But Poe Vaughn remained untainted.

No matter what he did, it was futile, and so he never gave up, treating it as amusement, always opting to make a scene.

And now, he was creating a spectacle again.

Ava noticed the steak on Poe Vaughn’s plate, clearly set there with used chopsticks. She was sure Poe Vaughn wouldn’t touch it.

Definitely not.

Thinking this, Ava watched Poe Vaughn’s hands, the chopsticks held in his fingers.

After the steak was placed there, Poe Vaughn’s chopsticks moved, clearly in rejection.

Seeing this, Ava’s lip curled slightly, as she continued with her dinner.

She was curious to see how this troublemaker would react when Poe Vaughn refused to move his chopsticks.

Ethan Ainsworth noticed Poe Vaughn’s chopsticks had stopped, feigning ignorance, he exclaimed in surprise, "What’s wrong? You don’t eat steak?"

"No way? I remember you’re not picky when it comes to steak."

The overtly innocent tone only sounded utterly contrived to those at the table, even the completely oblivious little Sylvie, who furrowed her brows wondering what was wrong with Ethan Ainsworth.

So curious, so curious.

Ethan Ainsworth acted undeterred under the gazes, proceeding, "Come on, try it. This steak is good; I just tried it. It must suit your taste."

Poe Vaughn lifted his gaze, looking at the person opposite who was energetically "bouncing up and down." He put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, swirling the wine. Leaning back lazily against the chair, he opened his mouth, "Waiter."