CHAPTER 387: CHAPTER 387: HUSBAND POWER OVERLOAD

This person’s combat power is astonishing, and she doesn’t dare to continue acting crazy with him.

Now unsure of the time, but the sky hasn’t turned dark yet, there should still be time, she might just make it back for class, even if it’s just for an hour, or even half an hour.

She can skip meals, skip rest, but cannot miss class.

So, as temporary as this situation is, just pretend it’s a meal for comfort.

Missing class is absolutely not an option!

A hoarse and powerless voice landed in her ear, soft beyond measure, stirring the calm sea in Poe Vaughn’s eyes once again.

But he didn’t continue, didn’t move, and unlike before, Ava couldn’t stop him no matter how hard she tried.

However, Ava spoke up, he didn’t answer, nor did he leave.

He held her, without making the slightest movement, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

Ava didn’t get a response and didn’t dare move, afraid that any movement would lead to trouble, and she didn’t dare to urge him, fearing that pushing him too hard would lead to another round, then she truly wouldn’t be attending class tonight.

So, Ava said nothing more, leaning into Poe Vaughn’s embrace, her body softened, remaining still and silent.

Poe Vaughn’s arm encircled her, not relaxing, nor tightening, maintaining the same strength as before.

The atmosphere in the restroom calmed down, and the heat from the shower gradually faded away, yet the lingering romantic ambiance continued to permeate the space.

It was ambiguous enough to make one’s face flush and heart race.

Ava actually liked the embrace of Poe Vaughn, finding it very reassuring; in his arms, she always felt particularly stable.

Especially when he held her, it seemed as though she had nothing to fear, no matter what happened, he would stand in front of her and solve it.

In direct terms, his husband powers were off the charts.

Therefore, she was anxious at heart now but felt no urge to rush.

Even the eagerness to attend class was soothed.

Suddenly, Ava felt somewhat drowsy, being held like this, she felt like sleeping.

But just at this moment, he suddenly picked her up, then picked up the dress from the floor and wrapped it around her, directly carrying her out.

Ava instantly woke up, extremely alert.

Even more, her nails instantly dug into his shoulder blade.

Because, he...he hadn’t left her as he carried her out, had he gone mad?

An unusual feeling rose within Ava, causing her to bite her lip uncontrollably, and more worrisome was that she thought of Mrs. Wei.

This person was carrying her out now, although their bodies were pressed closely, it seemed as though he was carrying a child.

But in reality, it wasn’t, especially since she wasn’t wearing anything, and he was just using the dress to wrap her, how could it cover anything?

Ava suddenly felt a chill from all directions, especially a chill in her heart.

If they were seen by Mrs. Wei like this, then she wouldn’t need to meet her again.

Instinctively, she started looking around, searching for Mrs. Wei’s figure, then realized she hadn’t seen her.

The living room was completely silent, and Mrs. Wei’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

As if Mrs. Wei wasn’t there from the start.

Did...Mrs. Wei leave?

Ava suddenly had this thought in her mind, and her body immediately tensed up.

And as her body tightened, Poe Vaughn’s arm suddenly closed in, Ava even felt pain.

She returned to her senses, looking at Poe Vaughn, seeing the dark surge in his eyes, only then realizing their current situation.

Instantly, she dared not move a bit, and her lip bit tighter, nails deeply embedded into his skin.

This....was deadly!

The walk from the downstairs restroom to the bedroom wasn’t far, usually, it could be done in a minute, but now, this journey seemed to take forever, like traversing a world, making Ava suffer immensely.

When Poe Vaughn carried her to the bathroom, she immediately said, "I..."

As soon as she spoke, her body should have been moving away, but was instantly held tight, and then a frightening force crashed through her body.

Ava: "..."

Quentin Quinn sat in the car, waiting, and when the time hit seven-thirty, he looked at the villa’s front door.

No one came out, and not a sound was heard.

He checked the time, then continued waiting.

And when the time moved from seven-thirty to eight, he looked at the villa’s door again.

Still, no one came out, and it remained silent.

Quentin Quinn pondered for a moment and then picked up the phone to reschedule the flight.

He rescheduled another flight.

Because going to the airport now, it was too late.

After hanging up, Quentin Quinn looked at the evening sky outside the window and continued to wait.

The sky gradually darkened, the lights in the city flickered on, and as it turned dark outside, the villa followed suit, becoming pitch black, without a trace of light.

By nine o’clock, no one still came out, as if no one were home.

But Quentin Quinn knew Poe Vaughn was home because President Vaughn had specially told him to come by.

Furthermore, a new driver had been arranged.

The driver in the car now wasn’t Old Zhang; it was a new driver.

He knew that President Vaughn wanted to leave a driver for the Madam, making her outings convenient.

After all, the driver took them to the airport, making it inconvenient for the Madam to return to The Kestrel Apartments.

The flight time had been rescheduled to twelve-ten.

Now at nine, there was still time.

However, he wasn’t sure if President Vaughn could come out by ten.

So, after checking the watch again, Quentin Quinn had already planned that if President Vaughn hadn’t come out by ten, he would reschedule again.

He believed President Vaughn would come out; it was just a matter of time.

And in Melborne, as long as President Vaughn went, things would be solved.

It wasn’t about time.

Quentin Quinn was at ease, patiently waiting.

However, at nine-ten, his phone rang.

The vibrating hum, followed by the ringtone, broke the car’s silence.

Quentin Quinn picked up the phone to see the caller.

Lauren Howell.

Yes, the caller’s name was clearly displayed on his screen.

Quentin Quinn’s heart slightly stirred, then he answered the call, "Miss Halloway."

It’s nine, the teacher was at The Kestrel Apartments, but after pressing the doorbell, Ava’s door didn’t open, and the teacher called Ava, but Ava’s phone was in a state of no answer.

Helpless, the teacher called Lauren Howell, and Lauren Howell said she would immediately contact Ava, and then called Ava.

But the call couldn’t get through; it was again in a no-answer state.

Lauren Howell consecutively called three times, all the same; she could confirm Ava was unreachable once more.

Under such circumstances, she was no longer surprised or unexpected, directly called Quentin Quinn.

Unable to reach Ava, just contact this person, no mistake.

Unexpectedly, the moment the call connected, before she could speak, Quentin Quinn’s voice came through.

Lauren Howell froze.

Miss Halloway?

The other party knew it was her?

Very quickly, a thought crossed Lauren Howell’s mind, no longer surprised.

Quentin Quinn is the special assistant of Celestial Holdings’ big boss, since Ava had given Quentin Quinn’s contact to her, she had naturally informed the other party, making it unsurprising that he knew her.

Understanding this, Lauren Howell quickly said, "Assistant Quinn, it’s like this, Ava has class tonight at nine, but neither I nor the teacher can reach her by phone, so we’re contacting you, wondering if you know where Ava is now."

Lauren Howell directly asked without any small talk.

Since both parties knew one another, there’s no need for pleasantries wasting time.

Quentin Quinn had already guessed the reason Lauren Howell was calling him, hearing her confirmation, he wasn’t surprised, looked at the silent dark entrance outside, and said, "Madam is with President Vaughn now, something came up, thus she’s unable to attend class, please inform the teacher, Miss Halloway."

Lauren Howell’s lips curled into a smile for an instant.

With President Vaughn...

She roughly understood.

"Alright, I understand, sorry to disturb you."

"It’s no trouble."

Lauren Howell ended the call, a knowing smile spread across her face, and called the teacher.

She had a good grasp of what Quentin Quinn meant by "being together."

Otherwise, why couldn’t she be reached?

Quentin Quinn put down his phone, checked the time, then looked at the silent villa, once more waiting.

And at this moment, inside the bedroom.