Amanda Fuller looked at Aurelia Shaw in surprise. Why did she feel that Aurelia Shaw's thinking was too... avant-garde? Wasn't it true that no girl wouldn't want to marry the man she liked?
In Aurelia Shaw's eyes, getting married was like how her father and mother were. No matter how much her father said he liked her mother, didn't he still betray her? Within a week of her mother's death, he let the mistress and the mistress's child move into the family ho, under the guise of being servants, making her accept this outsider mother and daughter.
To her, whether to marry or not didn't matter. Even if two people truly loved each other, they would stay together without getting married. If they didn't love each other, even marriage wouldn't prevent betrayal.
Her thinking was indeed sowhat distorted, but what could she do? What she had experienced was different from ordinary people.
Screech!
The car suddenly stopped.
Aurelia Shaw's body involuntarily leaned forward. She opened her eyes; had they arrived at the airport so soon?
She looked outside and realized it wasn't the airport.
"Why did we stop suddenly?"
Amanda Fuller pointed ahead, "There's a car blocking the way."
Car? Aurelia looked over, and there was indeed a black car stopped in front. Moreover, this car... looked very familiar.
A man stepped out of the car, standing tall, with a cold and noble suit. His deep and narrow black eyes looked over at her. The car windows were anti-surveillance, but she still felt he saw her, with a hint of warmth in the depths of his dark eyes.
Mason Nightshade strode over, opened the car door, and carried her out of the car.
"Ah!" Aurelia exclaid as he carried her into his expensive car. "Why did you co?"
Didn't he say he was busy in the afternoon and didn't have ti to see her off?
Mason Nightshade placed her on his lap, his fingers supporting her lower back, his lips slightly curved into a smile, eyes enchanting yet filled with laughter. His long fingers pinched her chin, his voice carrying the laziness and hoarseness of exhaustion, "I might not be able to see you for a long ti. How could I not squeeze out ti to co and see you off?"
If he really had ample ti, he wouldn't have stopped the car halfway and rushed over at this mont.
A hint of emotion stirred in Aurelia's heart. Her fingers brushed under his eyes; he had dark circles.
Rarely had she seen him this close. Every ti she looked at him, she thought his face was excessively handso, his skin excessively good, but it was truly rare to see dark circles. She believed Mason Nightshade had good physical endurance, that unless he stayed up excessively late, dark circles wouldn't appear.
He had almost only gone to bed at dawn, and today, to see her off, he must have finished a day's work early, right?
"What are we going to do now?" Aurelia looked down at him.
"What do you think?" His voice was hoarse, his dark pupils tightly locked onto her. Just as he was about to lean up to seize that red lip, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed him.
Aurelia hooked her arms around Mason Nightshade's neck, voluntarily sitting on his lap. Her hand tugged at his tie, leaving it hanging loosely, and she unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
Mason Nightshade's eyes darkened, his cold gaze sweeping to the front.
Gustavo Yates felt a chill down his spine, shivered suddenly, and hurriedly raised the divider, turning the music to its loudest.
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