Internet Breaking: The Powerful CEO Reveals His Supermodel Wife-Chapter 568: Want to Drink?

Because when Poe Vaughn eats spicy food, not only does his fair face turn red, but those deep-set eyes become extraordinarily captivating. They seem to hold light, looking like the finest black gemstone in the world, dropped into a mountain spring, refracting light and the ripple of water, emitting a gentle glow.

Very beautiful.

At this moment, Ava Sterling watched the person sitting opposite her, his body relaxed against the chair back, completely at ease, as his slender fingers twirled a teacup, his gaze fixed on her.

He said nothing, but the light fell upon him, enveloping him, countless halos falling into his deep eyes, seemingly spreading countless lights within them, momentarily making the stars sparkle and the galaxy dazzling, mesmerizing and disconcerting.

Ava Sterling’s heart was in turmoil.

Beating faster.

Unconsciously, she swallowed.

Involuntarily, uncontrollably.

Poe Vaughn looked at Ava’s dazed expression, the obvious fascination, intoxication, and flicker in her eyes. His gaze shifted slightly, his aura growing deeper and more serene.

Ava Sterling looked at Poe Vaughn and felt it was deadly.

Very deadly.

Even though Poe wore his clothes properly, did nothing, she couldn’t help but want to devour him.

Yes, devour.

Like a wolf gnawing.

Wishing to hold him in her arms, forbidding anyone else to take him. He was hers.

These uncontrollable thoughts sprung up in her mind, so bizarre.

Ava Sterling felt something was off.

Could it be she wasn’t eating hot pot but an aphrodisiac?

Thinking that, Ava widened her eyes, looking at the pot with barely any food left.

Could someone have secretly drugged them?

Otherwise, why would she feel so moved by just looking at Poe Vaughn? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

This is insane!

Poe Vaughn watched her trying hard to remain calm and not be ensnared by him. He parted his lips, "What’s on your mind?"

This was the second time Poe Vaughn asked this tonight; the first was at the store when buying clothes, the second was now.

But although it was the same question, the tone was completely different.

In the store, the question seemed low and cold, without a trace of warmth, making one feel fear upon listening closely.

But at this moment, there was none of that.

No intimidating aura, no oppressive depth, but rather a low, tempting tone that made your heart involuntarily follow his lead.

Upon hearing his words, Ava Sterling’s heart fluttered and she hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, I’m not thinking about anything."

"It’s just... just a bit hot."

How could she tell Poe Vaughn she was thinking inappropriate thoughts? That would never do.

Saying that, Ava looked around, then tugged at her collar and fanned herself as if genuinely feeling hot.

And with her actions, her face flushed red.

It had a very misleading air of attempting to cover up.

Poe Vaughn watched her obvious but futile attempts to hide her mannerisms and parted his lips, "Do you want to drink?"

"Huh?"

Ava Sterling was stunned.

Drink?

How did the topic suddenly shift to drinking?

Ava looked at Poe Vaughn, clearly unable to grasp his sudden change of subject.

But as soon as Poe Vaughn finished speaking, he put down the teacup and pressed the bell nearby.

Not long after, a server came in.

"Sir, Miss, what would you like?"

Poe Vaughn spoke directly, "Bring a bottle of ’82 Lafite."

"Okay, sir."

The server took the order and quickly left to get the wine.

Ava Sterling sat there, watching the server leave, and then looked at Poe Vaughn, who picked up his teacup and drank as usual, and said, "Why the sudden desire to drink?"

It was indeed very sudden.

She completely didn’t expect it.

However, now that she thought about it, she realized she hadn’t properly had a drink with Poe Vaughn before.

His sudden mention of drinking made her aware of it.

Filled with questions, Ava’s puzzled words reached Poe Vaughn, who set down the teacup and looked at her, "If you want to drink, then drink."

"Uh..."

This answer, indeed, had no issues.

Although she faintly felt something was off, Ava Sterling didn’t think much about it.

And because of Poe Vaughn’s distraction, Ava quickly snapped out of his allure.

She continued eating, waiting for the server to bring the wine.

She was already seventy percent full, but the hot pot was so delicious, she wanted to continue eating.

Poe Vaughn watched as the person across picked up chopsticks to eat again, his finger rubbing against the tea cup once more.

Before long, the server brought in the wine, poured it for the two of them.

Ava Sterling, realizing this was her first serious drink with Poe Vaughn, raised her glass to clink with his before taking a generous sip.

Poe Vaughn watched her bold manner, not stopping her.

He raised his glass, taking a light sip.

Drinking should be accompanied by food to prevent stomach upset.

Although she had already eaten a lot, Ava Sterling continued to drink while eating.

She drank heartily, especially when with someone close, being genuinely sincere, not caring if she’d drink too much or get drunk.

Soon, the wine in the bottle visibly dwindled.

However, Poe Vaughn hadn’t finished the wine he initially poured...

Clearly, most of the wine in the bottle found its way into Ava Sterling’s stomach.

But Ava Sterling saw nothing wrong; she was happy, delighted.

Once in high spirits, she drank enthusiastically.

Eating joyfully, drinking joyfully, so conversation flowed more freely.

"Poe Vaughn, were you really not angry today?"

Suddenly, Ava Sterling brought up the rumors, her face flushed from the alcohol, looking at him endearingly.

Poe Vaughn observed her apparant intoxication and said, "Not angry."

Ava Sterling immediately frowned, disbelief evident on her face.

She took her glass again, drank, and said, "You’re lying."

"You’re angry, you must be!"

"Right now, the entire internet is buzzing with rumors about Jace Kingsley and me, along with our photos. People are gossiping about us, crafting who knows how many stories. I don’t believe you’re not mad."

Ava Sterling’s eyes narrowed, conveying a look of having seen through him, unwilling to be deceived any longer.

Poe Vaughn remained silent.

However, he swirled the wine in his glass, gazing at this more direct and open person due to the alcohol, and asked, "If I were angry, what would you do?"