Internet Breaking: The Powerful CEO Reveals His Supermodel Wife-Chapter 595: Apology

Sharon Sheridan listened to Poe Vaughn’s steady voice, without the slightest hint of chaos, always calm as ever. She said, "Poe, for a man, face is very important outside, but in front of someone you like, face can be temporarily set aside."

"You said something wrong, you need to apologize to Ava."

"You shouldn’t do anything else for now, but this apology must be made."

"At this moment, you have to put your pride aside. Don’t hold back your words, because without them, Ava won’t understand your heart."

"Even if you regret it, blame yourself, and do more, Ava cannot feel it, nor will she believe it. You have to say it out loud, let Ava know that you’ve changed, let her see the difference from the old you, and realize that you two aren’t just in a contractual relationship; you have feelings for each other."

"Sometimes don’t underestimate the power of a word. It can even surpass doing countless things."

Sharon spoke these words calmly and earnestly, and Poe Vaughn listened, each sentence sinking into his ears, into his heart.

After a while, he said, "Okay."

Having received a positive answer, Sharon smiled with relief.

"Alright then, Grandma has nothing else, we’re on the way to the airport now. Before Grandma arrives at Saipan Island, you must keep Ava steady."

"I will, don’t worry."

"Good, good."

Sharon nodded with satisfaction, took her phone down, and hung up.

Her dear Poe is not an unreasonable person, nor someone who doesn’t know the gravity of situations.

He knows exactly how to achieve something. The process might not be smooth, but he will resolve any difficulties to reach his ultimate goal.

Whether seeking help or finding a way himself, he will think about solving the issue rather than procrastinating, ignoring his problems, or failing to admit his mistakes.

Her dear Poe, extremely outstanding.

She believes that this time, Poe will get through it steadily.

At this moment, Sharon looked at the rapidly passing night scene outside the window. Under the heavy lights, it formed a series of beautiful paintings.

Completely natural.

The busy signal sounded as Poe Vaughn put down his phone, his eyes slightly lowered, his fingertips silently rubbing the phone.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep darkness, like the night outside, covering everything.

Apologize.

He needs to seriously think about how to apologize.

Inside the bedroom.

Ava Sterling gradually cried herself to sleep.

Yes, she fell asleep.

Her heart was really aggrieved; the sadness was real. But perhaps it was because her body was too exhausted, she cried for so long that she unintentionally fell asleep.

The sounds of crying and sobbing in the bedroom faded away, and everything followed Ava Sterling’s slumber into tranquility, the breath quiet and everything gradually peaceful.

Ava Sterling didn’t know what Poe Vaughn was doing outside, the calls he made.

Nor did she know Sharon was on her way to Saipan Island.

She was lost in dreams, without any struggle, following her body’s innate needs, crying when needed, sleeping when needed, completely undisturbed.

The night slowly deepened. As time passed, a new day was silently approaching.

However, the night in the homeland would not pass so quickly.

Daylight would not come so swiftly either.

Especially for certain people.

For example, Aria Rhodes.

"Why? Why?"

"Why did you treat me like this..."

"What’s wrong with me? Education, family background, appearance, how am I inferior to that filthy, vulgar model? You’d rather choose her over me? Why on earth..."

In Aurelia, under the thick night, many people rested, but many others did not.

For instance, Sharon Sheridan, Aunt You, the driver, Quentin Quinn, and at this moment, Aria Rhodes clutching a wine bottle, slumped on the private room carpet against the sofa.

Yes, Aria Rhodes.

She wasn’t at home.

She came out to drown her sorrows, renting a private room with friends, she directly poured wine into her mouth.

She couldn’t accept the fact that Poe Vaughn had another woman by his side, she couldn’t accept it.

However, she was unable to tell her family.

She couldn’t tell her mother, nor her father, even less so her brother, and with no one to talk to, she felt like a claw grew inside her, tugging painfully with no way out.

She couldn’t let Ronia Ackerly know; all she could do was call up friends to drown her sorrows.

She needed to vent, to release her emotions.

For so many years, so many years of loving someone wholeheartedly, hoping one day to be with him, the process during this time was really hard.

She worked hard to make herself excellent, to match up to him, constantly striving, constantly pushing forward. Until now, she felt she finally had the qualifications and courage to stand in front of him and confess her heart. But the harsh reality delivered a heavy blow.

He had another woman by his side, a woman who was inferior to her in every way, yet that woman dared to kiss him, doing what she never dared to do.

She was jealous, insanely jealous.

Every time she thought of that scene, she wished she could tear that woman apart.

But there was nothing she could do now, nothing she could do. She could only keep pouring wine into her mouth, smashing wine bottles, fruit plates, and everything inside the private room.

She hated that woman. If it were a woman better than her in every way, she might accept it.

But such an insufferable woman, she couldn’t."—and wasn’t qualified..

Why would he be interested in such a woman?

If he chose a woman like that, he would be better off choosing her, she was a thousand times, a million times better than that woman.

He didn’t need to compromise himself like this.

So, there was no other way; she couldn’t suppress it, couldn’t understand it, so she called him.

Yes, she had his phone number, his private number.

He didn’t give it to her; she found every way to get it.

But she never dared to message or call him, never dared.

It was the first time, riding on the courage from alcohol, she called him.

She wanted to ask him why he chose such a disgusting woman, why not choose her.

She wanted to ask everything.

And at the moment she heard his voice, she really spoke all the words buried in her heart for years.

No more hesitation, no fear, no more holding back, she said everything.

She had to speak up, fearing that if she didn’t, she really wouldn’t have another chance.

However, she spoke a lot, declared her countless love for him, but he only gave her one sentence.

A stingy, ruthless sentence: Don’t call again.

Heh, don’t call again...

He told her not to call again, meaning he would rather have a woman full of stains, filthy, than want her.

Why?

Poe Vaughn, why do you have to treat me like this?

Isn’t this too cruel, too unjust to me?

At this moment, in the deep, penetrating silence of the night, in this private room where only she was left, Aria Rhodes took the wine bottle and poured it into her mouth again.

She was unwilling, she was unwilling.

Never had she drunk so much, her stomach feeling like a fire burning, and the claw grasping and tugging inside her, causing her heart to ache along.

Gradually, Aria Rhodes clutched the fabric over her chest, collapsed onto the carpet, and twisted in pain.

In great pain, exceeding pain.

But strangely, her mind was incredibly clear.

In front of her eyes were images of him over the years, scene after scene, tormenting her.

He was so good, so excellent, so perfect, he shouldn’t be tainted, defiled by such a woman.

Shouldn’t be.

Aria Rhodes’ eyes gradually reddened, her thoughts growing increasingly clear, and then suddenly, a scene appeared before her eyes.

Then, her twisting body stilled.