Gustavo Yates shivered, not knowing why, but he felt that the look in the Young Madam’s eyes was chilling, so frightening...
"Um..." he started reluctantly, "You know the boss’s temper, don’t you? When he’s really busy, who would dare disturb him."
To disturb him would be courting death.
So to avoid dying, should we just watch Mason Nightshade tornt his body?
How did such a person beco a soldier? Probably the first to flee the battlefield, no wonder he followed Mason Nightshade into retirent.
Gustavo Yates: Why does it feel like the Young Madam is suddenly looking at him with disdain...?
All afternoon, Mason Nightshade was busy working. Aurelia Shaw hadn’t realized he was so busy with work.
When he occasionally had so free ti, he was on the phone, communicating business matters with partners.
Is this perhaps the first ti Aurelia has seen him in his work mode?
Aurelia lightly withdrew her gaze and looked down at her book.
Ding—
The phone rang.
Aurelia picked it up for a glance, startled for a mont. It was the response from Royal Friendship Entertainnt regarding Ysoria Cooper’s incident, once again with Viscount Zhou addressing the matter, primarily stating:
1. The crew will delete all scenes featuring Ysoria Cooper, and "You Are My Star" will be reshot.
2. The entire Stardust Crew resolutely opposes drug use.
3. The shooting of "You Are My Star" will be delayed.
Aurelia looked at Mason Nightshade, "Have you already inford Viscount Zhou about Ysoria Cooper’s situation?"
Mason Nightshade paused his typing, "No."
He paused, "I told Sawyer to contact Viscount Zhou."
Indeed, a move typical of Mason Nightshade.
"Thank you," Aurelia said.
After she got injured, Mason Nightshade took care of these issues when she didn’t have the energy to deal with them; she should thank him for that.
When Mason Nightshade heard her words, he wasn’t pleased; instead, his brows furrowed slightly.
He didn’t like how distant she had beco with him.
"Your matters are my matters," he said softly.
Aurelia didn’t reply.
Soon after, Aurelia fell asleep again.
Having been injured, she seed particularly sleepy.
The steady breathing filled the room, Mason Nightshade paused his typing, fingers hovering in mid-air, not moving for a long ti, as if frozen.
After a while, he put down his hands and looked at her, sighing slightly.
Being in the sa room with her, he couldn’t help but think too much; the only way to stop himself was to bury himself in work.
Mason Nightshade rubbed his forehead.
These docunts weren’t sothing he sought out for self-torture; they were genuinely pressing company matters.
He got up and approached the bed quietly.
Reaching out, he wanted to touch her forehead, but halfway there, he stopped, afraid of waking her, and drew back.
Could it be that she still couldn’t let go of the past?
He didn’t hope she would forgive him for what he did in their past life; he just didn’t want her to be trapped in the past. That mory was painful for both of them, and not moving on would only an perpetual tornt.
Mason Nightshade lowered his head, quietly gazed at her for two seconds, then leaned over and kissed her forehead.
Very lightly, so light that it was hard to tell if he had kissed her at all.
Aurelia suddenly felt a sense of falling, and she snapped her eyes open to the sight of the hospital room.
The tension in her eyes hadn’t dissipated; she stared blankly for a second, then closed her eyes, her breathing becoming sowhat calr.
anwhile,
Mason Nightshade abruptly stood up from the sofa.
He strode towards her, unable to hide his anxiousness and panic on his handso face, leaning over her bedside, watching her nervously, "Aurelia, what’s wrong? Feeling uncomfortable sowhere? Or did you have a nightmare?"
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