Internet Breaking: The Powerful CEO Reveals His Supermodel Wife-Chapter 575: I Want... I Want to Be with You
The deep voice sank into Ava Sterling’s ears, forcing her to look at the person in front of her, to meet his eyes, even if she wanted to escape.
Then, uncontrollably, Ava Sterling swallowed in her throat.
She was scared.
There was no help for it. At that moment, Poe Vaughn looked as if he wanted to devour her whole, not even leaving bone fragments behind.
Such a gaze was terrifying.
Poe Vaughn clearly saw the fear in these eyes, the urge to escape, all unconscious.
Gone was the clarity of the day; the inebriated Ava Sterling was utterly genuine, without a hint of pretense.
At this moment, his heart sank.
She was always afraid of him.
But not of Jace Kingsley.
His eyes narrowed, watching the person before him, observing her struggle, her unwillingness, her desire to flee.
It was as if he were a great beast ready to swallow her whole at any moment.
He tightened his grip, holding her waist firmly, his arms drawing her in tighter so that she couldn’t escape in the slightest.
He watched her, deeply, and then that intense force softened, and the darkness left his eyes.
He seemed to return to his usual self, with no trace of emotion.
With Ava Sterling pressed closely against Poe Vaughn, she naturally felt his hold relax; her body went limp, clinging to him, her two slender arms wrapped around his neck, ceasing all struggle.
He didn’t force her, and she no longer tried to escape.
Poe Vaughn looked at the person leaning against him, this compliance, this dependence, this trust.
The fear from earlier seemed like it didn’t belong to her.
His thumb gently moved, pulling her closer into his arms, and he asked, "Are you very afraid of me?"
Wrapped in the warm water, relying on Poe Vaughn’s strong chest, Ava Sterling felt an overwhelming sense of security, allowing her to relax completely and nearly drift off to sleep.
However, just as her eyelids were fighting to stay open, this low voice entered her ears, devoid of the earlier darkness, now calming and soothing her heart to unimaginable relaxation.
Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyelids lifted, and she subconsciously said, "Not afraid."
What was there to be afraid of? He wasn’t going to eat her.
If it were daytime and Ava Sterling said this, Poe Vaughn would surely not believe it.
Would think she was lying, humoring him.
But now, in this moment, this genuine haziness, genuine drunkenness, real and without any facade.
She wasn’t lying, she truly wasn’t afraid of him.
Yet, the way she had acted moments ago was undeniably frightened.
Poe Vaughn’s eyes shifted slightly as he said, "If you weren’t afraid, why did you want to run earlier?"
Ava Sterling was stunned.
Run?
When?
Earlier?
Her mind was already foggy, and Poe Vaughn’s twisting words only further muddled her thoughts.
However, prompted by his words, Ava Sterling recalled earlier, then amidst the fog remembered Poe Vaughn’s odd behavior.
Instantly, Ava Sterling frowned.
"Were you about to get angry earlier?"
"You were so strong, and the way you looked at people was off, like you were about to lose your temper."
"Usually, you’re not the type to get angry, at most you’re silent, resorting to cold violence, but the slightest bit of emotion from you feels terrifying, like you’d devour someone whole."
"During such a time, why wouldn’t I run instead of waiting here to endure your thunderous wrath?"
Speaking of which, Ava Sterling glared at the person before her.
But in her drunken state, that glare bore no intimidation, appearing instead quite tender.
Feeling that glaring wasn’t enough, desiring more action, Ava Sterling held Poe Vaughn’s face and directly bit his chin.
Deliberately fierce, she then released him, returning to nestle against him.
This manner resembled a mischievous little tiger; if one said she was angry, she barely bit him hard enough just to leave a distinct tooth mark without drawing blood, yet she was indeed a little dissatisfied.
At this moment, her face was flushed red from the alcohol and heat, adorably bashful, but that bashfulness was laced with a clear discontent.
Heavily so.
Poe Vaughn gazed at the person in his arms, seeing her clear and direct transformation, her usual brazenness, without a trace of fear.
It seemed she knew he wouldn’t get angry, wouldn’t explode, so she became audacious, openly letting her nature run wild, unrestrained, fearless.
At this moment, his gloomy mood vanished.
Disappeared swiftly.
The oppressive aura about him dissipated, everything turned soft and gentle.
He caressed her waist with his thumb, looking at her flushed cheeks, her moist, misty eyes, and after a long while, asked, "Do you want to be with me?"
Ava Sterling was indeed discontent, indeed unhappy, but after all, she was drunk, so after a while, her anger subsided.
The main thing was, sleepiness was creeping in.
As Poe Vaughn fell silent, in this comfortable environment, wrapped in his embrace, she couldn’t resist getting drowsy, her eyes closing.
But, really annoying.
Just as she was about to sleep, that buzzing voice disturbed her ears again.
Enough to make her want to hit someone.
Subconsciously, Ava Sterling raised her hand and slapped Poe Vaughn’s body with a loud smack.
Yet, she wasn’t aware, her brows furrowed, eyes closed she said, "I want, I want to be with you."
"You’re so handsome, with such a great body, and you’re a nice person, my type, of course I want to be with you."
"Always be with you."
"If you weren’t so great, so outstanding, I might have truly wanted to be with you."
"But who told you to be so good? I can’t match you; all I can do is dream."
Only because she was drunk did she speak so uninhibitedly, caring about nothing, thinking about nothing; Poe Vaughn asked, and Ava Sterling just said it.
As if it were a dream, in this dream she had no constraints, said whatever she wanted, did whatever she desired, reckless and free.
Poe Vaughn didn’t speak further.
He watched her, eyes closed, with such candid words, devoid of any impurity, his restless heart found solace, the answer he longed for finally settled in his heart.
At this moment, the depth in his eyes silently flowed, like a stream gushing through the valley, something inside was brimming over.
He lifted her chin, kissed her.
Simultaneously, he embraced her, locked her waist, and pulled her toward him.
"Hmm..."
Ava Sterling slightly furrowed her brows, opened her eyes.
The suddenness was uncomfortable, but upon seeing clearly who was before her, she instinctively hugged him, returned his kiss, letting her waist move freely against him...
