Internet Breaking: The Powerful CEO Reveals His Supermodel Wife-Chapter 545: Surging Waves

The light in the study flicked on with a snap, dispelling the thick darkness inside.

Poe Vaughn held a phone, came to sit down at the desk chair, and opened the laptop.

As the computer started up, he directly clicked on the unread emails.

There were several unread emails, and he opened them one by one, from top to bottom.

When he saw the earliest one, an email that had arrived this afternoon, his otherwise indifferent gaze changed at an advertisement inside.

The advertisement contained music, soothing and gentle, and as the ad was clicked open, this gentle and relaxing music spread throughout the study.

In the advertisement, a tall, slender person was wearing a thin gauzy dress, with long hair draped down her back, the wind stirring her strands as if silk dancing in the air.

On her head was a wreath made of fresh flowers, not those sold in stores, but wildflowers.

Yes, wildflowers, nameless, various kinds, mixed with wild grass, as if casually picked by the roadside and woven into a crown on her head.

The wind stirred her gauzy dress and the flower wreath on her head, with the small flowers swaying gently in the breeze. In the distance, a mass of light cast over, filling the entire shot, enveloping her. She stood in this intense area of light, as if encircled by a glow breaking through the clouds, the little flowers tinged with gold, casting fleeting light shadows on her cheeks.

The scene was beautiful, beautiful like a fairy descending from heaven, without desire or demand.

Poe Vaughn watched the figure in the scene, walking in the delicate sand, the wind lifting her hair, her expression very serene.

A serenity as if she cared about nothing in this world, as if nothing in this world mattered to her.

Her appearance here was just momentary, and before long she would leave and return to her original place.

The music undulated, and the figure and scene in the shot followed along, each frame and scene like the finest view in the world, worthy of repeated observation.

But suddenly, the music stopped.

All the circulating halos ceased, that slow and gentle music no longer played, and the fairyland-like scene began to fade, gradually becoming real.

At this moment, the sound of the wind became clear, the roar of waves surged in.

Everything became real, as if placing you entirely within it, together feeling the reality of the moment.

And at such a time, the figure in the shot stopped and looked towards a certain place.

Yes, a certain place.

As if suddenly discovering something, she instinctively looked over, then her expression changed.

Simultaneously, the frame in the shot slowed, as if wanting to depict her expression change bit by bit, Poe Vaughn clearly saw the indifference on her face dissipate, the cold and detached within gained warmth, gained care, gained joy.

Yes.

Because when she looked towards that certain place, everything changed.

The difference between heaven and earth.

She was no longer unreal, no longer ready to vanish at any moment, as if shedding the Immortal’s garments, she transformed into a mortal.

Gained warmth.

Gained a heart.

Poe Vaughn watched her transformation, his gaze deepened in an instant, profound like those turbulent waves, suddenly roiling up.

As if stirring the world into unrest.

Yet.

He watched the smile gradually emerge in her eyes, and as he saw this smile reflecting another figure, the sea of waves swirling in his eyes came to a standstill at that moment.

No longer a ripple.