Aurelia opened her bleary, drunken eyes, the man's handso and cold face appeared in her dizzy vision, and she smiled foolishly, "Mason, you're here?"
Mason saw her in this state, eyes blurred, exuding glamour, cheeks flushed, clothes disheveled, collar slightly open, and he almost wanted to drag her into the bedroom imdiately and give her a serious "lesson."
"Hey, Aurelia, where did you go? Let's keep drinking."
Viscount Zhou looked around, unable to find Aurelia, only to see a pretty foot in front of him. He smiled foolishly, grabbing it, and looked up at Aurelia.
Mason's eyes turned cold, his gaze as sharp as an ice blade directed at Viscount Zhou. Although Viscount Zhou's brain was sluggish, he instinctively let go of his hand, shrank his neck back, and blinked pitifully, looking like a little dog abandoned by its owner.
Mason rubbed his forehead, "Throw him out for !"
"Ah!" Ursa widened her eyes as she watched Mason carry Aurelia into the bedroom, then turned back to look at Viscount Zhou, who was sprawled on the sofa giving her a pitiful puppy-eyed look.
She: "..." How am I supposed to throw Master Zhou out?
Bam—
Mason forcefully shut the door, exerting such strength that the door shook; now he was almost bursting with anger.
Carrying Aurelia, he walked into the bathroom.
"Viscount Zhou, let's keep drinking!" Aurelia flailed her limbs, realizing there was no drink in her hand. She grabbed Mason's hair and tugged hard.
"Mason, where's my drink? Where did you put my drink? Bring my drink!"
Aurelia tugged wildly, making the man's handso face scrunch up.
Mason endured the pain in his scalp, placed her in the bathtub, turned on the water, and then reached to remove her clothes.
Aurelia crossed her arms over her chest, "What are you doing! You... you're being a rogue! Help, soone is being rogue, molesting !"
"Is anyone coming to save , boohoo... I'm so pitiful, please let go, will you?"
"As long as you let go, I'll help you find soone else, do you know Eleanor Spencer? That big star on TV."
She made a big circle gesture with her hand and patted her chest.
"She's my best friend, my close buddy, do you think I'm despicable for betraying a friend like this? But I'll tell you, she loves snatching other people's n! I'll help you find her, okay?"
Mason sighed.
Originally, he was worried that her association with Eleanor Spencer was too close, fearing she would suffer at Eleanor's hands, but now it seems that because of his presence, Eleanor couldn't hold back and resorted to other ans.
The only thing he didn't expect was that this matter still hurt her.
"I'm sorry, I made you feel unsafe." Mason cupped her face, kissed her cheeks twice, and suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his finger.
He saw her, who had seed so weak, suddenly biting his hand like a little wolf cub, snarling threateningly.
"Huh? Deliberately deceiving ?" Mason raised an eyebrow, a mischievous danger flashing in his eyes. He pulled her up, removed her clothes in a few swift moves, and tossed her bare into the bathtub.
The water in the bathtub was just the right temperature; Aurelia was about to stand up and battle him for three hundred rounds when she felt her body enveloped by the warm water. She had no strength left and just wanted to soak in the warm water and take a little nap with her eyes half-closed. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel⁂fire
Mason lifted her hair out of the water and draped it to the side, then unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and gently sprinkled water over her hair, softly kneading.
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