Viscount Zhou clenched his fist, wondering why Mason Nightshade was looking at him like he was staring at so spoiled rich kid. Damn it!
"She's divorcing you!" Viscount Zhou didn't know why he blurted out those words, perhaps because he felt at a disadvantage and found a justifiable reason.
Mason Nightshade squinted his eyes, a trace of danger flickering in his deep gaze, "So what?"
Viscount Zhou clenched his fist again, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
"I told you, I will not divorce, nor will I let her divorce," Mason said. "If you truly care about her, stay out of our affairs."
Aurelia Shaw had no idea what Mason Nightshade would say to Viscount Zhou outside. As soon as the door shut, she let out a breath of relief, hastily got out of bed to find so clothes to put on, not noticing the red marks from bites on her neck.
She opened the door and walked out, only to see Mason Nightshade and Viscount Zhou standing face to face, both looking grim and the atmosphere was tense.
Upon seeing her, their expressions eased a bit.
But before she could speak, Viscount Zhou turned and left in a huff.
"What happened to him?" Aurelia asked Mason, tilting her chin up slightly, her wavy long hair cascading to both sides, revealing a small red mark on her fair neck.
Mason smirked a bit, "Nothing." He then turned and walked into the bedroom.
Aurelia thought of catching up to Viscount Zhou to ask but hadn't taken a step when her wrist was seized by a force that pulled her into the bedroom. The door slamd shut.
"Mason Nightshade, what's wrong with you again?" Aurelia shook off his hand; she felt strange every ti they touched.
Mason held a piece of paper up to her face, "It's written in black and white, you personally signed it and pressed your fingerprint on it. The agreent clearly states that when I'm not around, you're not allowed to drink with other n or won, and you cannot divorce within the next two years."
"What?" Aurelia finally saw the agreent clearly, quickly scanning the contents before her gaze landed on the last signature.
It really was her signature, with her fingerprint beside it. But what was that black smudge?
Aurelia looked down at her thumb, which still had traces of black ink, recalling fragnted mories of signing sothing.
"Mason Nightshade, you're despicable! You took advantage of when I was drunk. You...!"
Mason smirked, looking nonchalant and even a bit proud, "You signed it yourself, Miss Shaw. Dear wife, agreents cannot be violated. I have connections in the court who can testify for this agreent."
Was he threatening her?
Aurelia gritted her teeth, her eyes flashed with determination. Quickly she reached out, thinking that tearing up the agreent would put an end to it.
However.
Mason had anticipated her move. Raising his hand swiftly, he dodged her grasp and folded the paper neatly, slipping it into his pocket before putting on the pants he'd aired overnight. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelꜰire
He spread his arms wide, as if anticipating her embrace.
"Wife, if you want it, co and get it."
Aurelia sneered, walked over, and just as she was about to reach in, the man pointed helpfully, "Wife, a bit further in, don't take the wrong thing. It's right here."
Aurelia glanced at the spot he pointed at, her gaze deepened, and the fierce look in her peach blossom eyes intensified, "Mason Nightshade, have you no sha?"
Mason leisurely chuckled, "In front of you, I don't need it." Otherwise, what use is pride if he loses his wife?
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