Internet Breaking: The Powerful CEO Reveals His Supermodel Wife-Chapter 535: Too Much Love

This dinner, thanks to Ethan Ainsworth, was full of ups and downs, with undercurrents swirling.

Everyone had different thoughts, their moods were equally complicated.

Only Ava and the little Sylvie had eaten and drank well, then went off to play with bubbles together.

Perhaps it was due to a lack of a childhood, or maybe it was Ava’s nature; inherently fond of children’s things. So when she was with little Sylvie, the two had a special common language, with no generational gap whatsoever.

The older played with the younger, and the younger with the older.

Just like that, the two, one big and one small, after dinner went to buy bubble guns and bubble wands, blowing bubbles and popping them endlessly, running around, laughing, and being wild among the strings of colorful bubbles. Three grown men silently followed behind, watching the big and small playing happily in front.

As time passed, the night deepened, the stars in the sky became brighter, and that crescent moon peacefully watched the fireworks below. Everything was quiet, warm, and romantic.

At eight or nine in the evening, there were still quite a few people on the beach. Ava and little Sylvie ran from under the palm trees to the beach, leaving their shoes behind and walking barefoot on the sand.

The fine and soft sand brushed against the soles of their feet, soft and ticklish, extremely comfortable.

Ava held the bubble gun aimed at little Sylvie, making "pew pew pew" sounds with her mouth. The little one hurriedly shouted to dodge, then also raised her bubble gun and did a "pew pew pew" back at Ava.

Ava’s posture looked particularly standard, just like a gun-shooting stance.

Her long hair was no longer hanging loose; it was pulled back into a loose bun, with many loose strands falling down, covering her already small face.

She wore a simple and elegant dress, with the sea breeze making the hem flutter.

With her outfit, that posture, the disheveled hair, and that beautiful face, she was like a top-tier agent with the face of an angel, a perfect figure, but possessing immense combat skills, making people eager to conquer her, to have her.

Poe Vaughn stood there, holding Ava’s high heels, with one hand in his pocket, watching those enjoying themselves in the night.

She was laughing, free from any kind of restraint, without any worries.

She had no troubles to deal with, no worries to care for, just played, happily played.

There was nothing to be concerned about, just having fun was enough.

Under his wing, she could do everything she wanted.

Freely and boldly doing it.

At this moment, his eyes sparked with light, tiny and glittering, just like gold scattered under the blazing sun on the sea, shining one after another.

And she was that blazing sun, shining upon him, bringing vibrant colors to his once calm and uneventful world, different hues.

His heart thudded within his chest, steady and strong, pulsing his blood, warming his blood.

Vincent Donovan stood beside Poe Vaughn, holding a pair of shoes, little Sylvie’s small leather shoes.

Watching the little one play, seeing that happy smiling face, especially those eyes like black gemstones, smiling until they squinted.

It’s evident the little one loved playing with Ava.

Looking at Ava again, she didn’t mind kids at all. Instead, she mingled with them, like a big kid herself.

She was pure, simple, and bright.

This Ava was vastly different from the Ava he had heard of before, unexpectedly.

Yet at the same time, she was captivating.

She seemed to shine, making people notice her involuntarily in the night, being affected by her joy, feeling a light-heartedness within.

Vincent Donovan thought, he probably understood why Poe Vaughn liked Ava.

An extremely straightforward girl, one with no hidden intentions, she was exactly as she appeared, with no tricks, no deceit, no masks.

She was always herself, genuinely her.

Being with such a girl would be easy, would be joyful.

You’d be influenced by her and become warm.

Indeed.

His friend meeting such a girl, finding his own happiness, he thought it was wonderful.

He always felt that Poe Vaughn was too cold, too indifferent, but tonight, everything seemed good.

At this moment, both Poe Vaughn and Vincent Donovan watched the two playing on the beach ahead, one indifferent as ever, one gentle as usual, seemingly just as usual.

However, standing on Poe Vaughn’s other side, Ethan Ainsworth was not so composed.

Ethan Ainsworth looked at the shoes the two men held, one holding a child’s, the other holding a woman’s.

No matter how you look at it, it didn’t match their appearances or identities; it was inconsistent, not fitting at all.

No matter how you look at it, it was inappropriate.

Though, Vincent Donovan could be passed over, after all, he held a child’s shoes, understandable.

But Poe Vaughn?

What was the meaning of holding a woman’s high heels?

At the dining table earlier, Ethan Ainsworth knew very clearly the position Ava held in Poe Vaughn’s heart. This man had fallen, falling hard.

Moreover, he fell willingly, not wanting to climb back up.

It was hard for him to believe, to accept.

But the fact was just that.

This man had fallen for a woman, and this woman was Ava.

Yet the two of them hadn’t known each other for long. How could it be so fast?

Considering this man’s deep and reserved nature, how could he fall for a woman so quickly?

Especially after investigating, after tonight’s intentional or accidental probing of Ava. It was clear Ava had indeed met Poe Vaughn just this year, just a few months earlier.

And judging by Ava’s appearance, she didn’t have the same intense feelings for Poe Vaughn as he had for Ava.

Of course, Ava did like him; he could see it.

But this liking, concerning emotion, was definitely not comparable to Poe Vaughn’s feelings for Ava.

If feelings were rated on a scale of ten, Ava’s for Poe Vaughn would be two or three, three or four.

While Poe Vaughn’s for Ava was nine point nine, nine point nine nine nine, with countless decimal places omitted.

Clearly, Poe Vaughn couldn’t possibly have fallen for Ava in such a short amount of time.

He knew this person too well; this man was surely not impulsive, rather a brooding type.

When he set his eyes on something, he wouldn’t obtain it in a flash. He would take it slow, observing all the surroundings, making thorough preparations. Then, at the right moment, he would strike suddenly, grabbing whatever he valued tightly, rendering it immobile.

This man wouldn’t allow himself to fail, only to succeed.

As long as it’s something he valued, he would definitely get it.

Therefore, it’s impossible that he met Ava just a few months ago; he must have known Ava earlier, been aware of her.

He might have even plotted ahead, schemed, and then, through such scheming, brought her into his arms and onto his household register.

But why would he like Ava?