Mason Nightshade traced the shape of Aurelia Shaw's lips with his fingers, making them red and vibrant with soft kneading. His dark eyes deepened, a mysterious glow flickering in his pupils, and his voice carried a seductive quality as he spoke.
"Aurelia, from now on, you're only allowed to drink in front of , alright?"
Seeing her hesitation, Mason Nightshade lifted her chin. He admitted that he was being petty at that mont, taking advantage when her mind was slow, but—
Just thinking about how she and the Viscount were hugging earlier, looking so intimate... made his heart feel like it was being wrenched out, painfully twisting, uncontrollably.
As Mason Nightshade spoke, his lips were almost touching hers, "From now on, don't drink with the Viscount or any other man, okay? Don't you like having by your side?"
Aurelia Shaw's mind was in disarray, and she couldn't keep up with her thoughts, instinctively nodding.
Mason Nightshade smiled with a corner of his lips, "So you promise to only drink in front of from now on?"
Aurelia Shaw felt sothing was off, but she couldn't figure out what was strange.
Mason Nightshade didn't give her a chance to think and continued, "Don't you want to be by my side? Do you want to disappear again?"
That needle-like feeling suddenly pricked her heart painfully, and Aurelia Shaw shook her head, shaking it several tis forcefully.
"No, I-I don't want Mason Nightshade to disappear."
But why does sothing feel off?
It feels like she forgot sothing.
The heart pain is intense, so painful.
"Then be good, promise to only drink in front of , okay?" Mason Nightshade continued to entice.
This ti, Aurelia Shaw didn't hesitate and nodded directly.
"Just promising verbally isn't enough, you have to sign." Mason Nightshade lifted Aurelia Shaw out of the water, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and carried her back to the bed in the bedroom.
He then searched the room for a while.
Found a piece of paper and a pen.
He swiftly wrote three densely packed lines on the paper, placed it in front of Aurelia Shaw, "Aurelia, would you sign here?"
Wrapped in the quilt, Aurelia Shaw was drowsy, reluctantly opening her eyes upon hearing Mason Nightshade's voice.
She glanced at the paper in her hand and asked Mason Nightshade, "What is this?"
"A proof. If Aurelia signs this, I won't leave Aurelia again," Mason Nightshade said.
"Then will you listen to ? Do whatever I say? Like... like..." Aurelia Shaw didn't know who to compare to, so she simply said, "Like the Viscount."
She just felt sothing was off, as if she had fallen into so kind of trap.
But her head was like mush, unable to think of anything.
"Why bring him up again." Mason Nightshade's face darkened, yet he fondly said, "I'll listen to whatever you say, as long as you sign and stamp your fingerprint on it."
Aurelia Shaw quickly snatched the pen from Mason Nightshade's hand and swiftly signed her na on it.
Then, she furrowed her brows in frustration, "But I don't know how to stamp my fingerprint."
Mason Nightshade took the pen from her hand, grabbed her small hand, and sared ink on her fingertip, pressing a print onto the blank space on the paper.
His thin lips curved into a cunning smile, glancing sideways at Aurelia Shaw with the look of a big bad wolf eyeing his little white rabbit.
"Aurelia, we have an agreent now. If you break it, you will be punished. Rember, you're not allowed to drink with other n or hug other n like you did today."
"Not even the Viscount?" Aurelia Shaw asked.
Thinking: The Viscount is quite clingy, what if he hugs on his own?
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