Aurelia Shaw opened her mouth, feeling like she should explain.
However, she had no idea what to explain?
She decided to stop speaking altogether and instead followed Mason Nightshade’s topic, "About what happened between you and Balthazar Shaw..."
Aurelia paused, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if struggling with how to phrase it.
But Mason’s eyes darkened, a barely noticeable cold gleam flashed in them, "If it isn’t urgent, let’s talk later, I don’t want it to affect my breakfast."
Aurelia was taken aback, glancing at the very finely chopped food on Mason’s plate, blinking in confusion.
Gustavo Yates awkwardly coughed into his hand, thinking: This is already the fifth fried egg the boss has cut up without taking a bite, Young Madam, if you don’t co soon, the entire restaurant’s eggs will be destroyed by the boss.
In the end, the boss will definitely retaliate against Grayson Quinn, because it was him who told the boss last night about you chasing the Young Madam to his hotel!
The boss didn’t sleep well all night, holding it in and enduring until dawn.
But Aurelia didn’t know that her oversleeping almost put all the restaurant’s eggs in jeopardy.
"Okay." Aurelia thought to herself: Maybe Mason is just hungry; otherwise, why would he cut the egg to such an "unrecognizable" state?
His stomach isn’t great, so it’s good if he eats first.
We can talk about things later, after all, I’ve already t him.
Aurelia called over the server and ordered the sa breakfast as Mason.
After eating, Aurelia wiped her mouth.
Mason casually glanced at her empty plate, the corner of his mouth curling into a barely noticeable satisfied smile, and then he stood up.
Aurelia saw Mason was leaving, so she quickly followed, "Mason, where are you going?"
After she said it, she felt she might be overstepping.
After so thought, she added, "You promised to talk with ."
"We’ll talk on the road." They were already stepping out the door, Mason dropped this statent, bent over, and got into the car.
Aurelia had a psychological resistance to cars, as they had shared quite a few intimate monts within one.
At that mont, Gustavo whispered in her ear, "The Young Master is heading to the film city for a business discussion, you should... ahem! You should go the sa way."
She had actually already taken a day off from Sawyer.
Despite this, Aurelia hesitated for a mont before getting into the car.
The atmosphere inside the car was silent.
Mason looked down, reviewing the docunts.
Aurelia initially stared at his straight, long legs, then looked at the thick stack of docunts on those long legs. Her gaze followed along his broad, yet clearly jointed fingers, moving upwards to his sharp, youthful face, eyes as deep and seasoned as ever.
Mason suddenly raised his head, as if sensing her gaze, and looked over at her.
"You..." Aurelia just started to speak when a stack of papers was placed on her lap.
She glanced down; it was the stack Mason had been reading.
"Did it before, didn’t you? Help translate and read it aloud," Mason’s tone was natural. After speaking, he closed his eyes as if he had fallen fast asleep, or perhaps not.
"..."
Aurelia swallowed her words, "Your M Nation language skills aren’t worse than mine, you shouldn’t need my translation," when she saw the dark circles under Mason’s eyes.
After a mont’s silence, she picked up the docunts.
Aurelia started reading and suddenly found it amusing.
She and Mason were no longer in that intimate relationship, yet he still handed her these docunts, wasn’t he afraid she’d sell the secrets to soone else?
She had betrayed and hurt him more than once.
"The..."
Aurelia read the information, suddenly feeling the silence around her.
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