Chapter 347: Chapter 347

An hour later, the car stopped outside the entrance of The Kestrel Apartments. Ava opened the car door and got out, completely forgetting there was someone beside her.

Until her hand was held.

A familiar force, a familiar warmth, with his unique assertiveness, Ava stiffened for a moment, then blinked and turned to look at the person sitting next to her.

Poe Vaughn looked at her. He didn’t say anything, but his deep eyes clearly showed displeasure.

Ava’s heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly remembered something.

She seemed to have forgotten him.

Not seemed, she really did.

Completely forgotten.

Ava let out a dry laugh, then looked around. The car had already stopped outside the entrance of The Kestrel Apartments, and her heart started to race even more. The source of this content ɪs novel-fire.ɴet

He had brought her to The Kestrel Apartments, yet she forgot about him. This was not right, absolutely not right.

She immediately sat over and in an instant hugged the person she had forgotten.

"Sorry, that’s just how I am. Once I start thinking or working, I become particularly focused, so much so that I forget everything. Don’t be mad, don’t be mad."

Ava said as she gently patted Poe Vaughn, soothing his displeasure from being ignored.

In an instant, his embrace was warm and soft, with a familiar faint fragrance. The displeasure in his eyes gradually faded.

He didn’t say a word and let her comfort him.

Ava apologized for quite a while, continuously soothing Poe Vaughn’s chest to prevent him from being angry due to her neglect.

But after a while, he still hadn’t withdrawn his arm that was around her waist. Ava slightly frowned and then looked up at him.

And when she looked, she realized his eyes were closed.

Ava looked at the closed eyes; his long eyelashes were extremely thick and dark, like two brushes resting on his eyelids.

A man having such long eyelashes was truly enviable.

However, that wasn’t important. The important thing was whether he was asleep or not.

Ava carefully observed his complexion and then felt she couldn’t tell.

Completely couldn’t tell.

She really wanted to speak, to call him, to wake him up, letting him sleep on his own while she went about her business.

After all, staying here was a waste of time, which was very inappropriate.

But, looking at his serene and indifferent face, Ava thought of last night and then of today, when he had been taking care of her from the moment he arrived — the washing, the eating, and now personally bringing her to The Kestrel Apartments.

Waking him up would be a bit too heartless of her.

So, she continued to endure.

Ava withdrew her gaze and continued to soothe Poe Vaughn’s chest, only her movements became increasingly gentle.

Let him sleep a while.

There’s only so much time at noon, and after resting, he would go to the company.

He certainly couldn’t stay with her forever.

Thinking this, Ava’s mind drifted back to her acting, and the hand soothing Poe Vaughn’s chest gradually stopped.

Poe Vaughn felt the hand in front of him stop moving, so he opened his eyes, looking at the person in his embrace, and saw a seriously pondering face, just like before.

He stared at her for a while, then closed his eyes again.

And this time, the breath he carried gradually became restrained and still.

The driver looked at the people in the rear-view mirror, then pressed a button, and soon, the partition in the middle of the car rose.

The air inside the car was quiet, and everything became tranquil.

At this moment, outside the entrance of The Kestrel Apartments, Silas Donovan was waiting with a female teacher.

After hanging up Ava’s call, he immediately brought the teacher to The Kestrel Apartments, and he arrived in less than an hour, even before Ava.

He checked the time, unsure if Ava was home, so he called her to let her know he had arrived.

However, the phone was off.

With no other options, he called Lauren Howell to tell her the situation. Lauren was quite surprised for a moment, and then she asked if Ava had really called him, and whether he was sure.

Lauren asked this several times, as if she couldn’t believe it.

He said he was sure, that Ava really did call, and only then did Lauren believe him.

And when he asked Lauren why he couldn’t contact Ava and why Ava’s phone was off, Lauren said it was probably out of battery, as sometimes was the case with Ava’s phone.

Since Ava asked him to bring the teacher to The Kestrel Apartments, he would wait there.

Once Ava’s phone was back on, everything would be fine.

But waiting for Ava to turn on her phone, who knows when that will be.

Silas Donovan asked Lauren Howell if there was any way to contact Ava. Lauren directly told him that from yesterday to today, Ava hadn’t contacted her; she didn’t even know where Ava was.

So, they could only wait.

Silas Donovan was now in a bit of a headache.

After all, it was extremely hot now. He wasn’t a resident of The Kestrel Apartments, so he naturally couldn’t go inside, and had to wait outside.

But waiting , under the sun, was very hot.

And even if he could endure the heat, the teacher shouldn’t have to.

The teacher, standing next to him, having waited for quite a while with no sign of anything happening, was also getting irritated.

She said bluntly, "If the other side doesn’t have time, let’s just do it another day."

The teacher was a very skilled acting coach, someone most people couldn’t even get an appointment with. Only a big director like Silas Donovan could invite her.

But after inviting her, letting her stand guard in the blistering sun was unbearable for her.

Silas Donovan quickly said, "Ms. Lee, you go to the car first. I’ll turn on the air conditioning for you while I continue to wait here."

After saying that, he led the teacher to the car, turned on the engine, let her wait in the air-conditioned car, and he continued to wait at the entrance.

He was worried Ava might not see him.

He waited there for an hour, and the teacher, getting tired of the air-conditioned car, didn’t even want to wait any longer.

She directly got out of the car, walking towards Silas Donovan with an extremely displeased look.

"Director Zhou, I came because of you, but the other party is so disrespectful. I can’t teach such a student. You’d better find someone else,"

the teacher said, intending to leave. Silas Donovan’s face was red and his neck swollen from the sun, sweat pouring from his forehead, being wiped off layer by layer.

He personally didn’t mind waiting; waiting was routine when he aimed to capture the desired effect in filming, and he had plenty of patience.

This one hour wasn’t too much for him.

But the teacher was different, not wanting to wait.

Silas Donovan hastily grabbed her and said quickly, "Ms. Lee, please wait a moment, really, just a little longer!"

"Miss Sterling is just too busy, really too busy, she didn’t do it on purpose. If you don’t trust Miss Sterling, you should at least trust me, right?"

Silas Donovan desperately held onto the teacher, unwilling to let go.

The teacher frowned, "Director Zhou, I do trust you, but I don’t trust the other party."

"They agreed to meet but didn’t show up. This obviously seems like playing diva, and I despise divas the most. I won’t teach such people, even without pay."

"No, no, Miss Sterling isn’t like that, she really isn’t. Ms. Lee, you must believe me, truly!"

The two of them began a tug-of-war at the entrance, neither letting go nor leaving.

And at this moment, the door of the black Bentley that had been parked at the entrance swung open.