The three of them were thinking, when suddenly a strong and cold gaze pierced through them.
They shivered and quickly turned their heads to et Mason Nightshade’s icy gaze.
"Is it enjoyable to watch?" Mason Nightshade’s smile was chilling.
The three of them trembled so much that their legs shook. If they didn’t understand what was going on now, they had spent all these years serving under Mason’s command in vain.
They turned around, closed their eyes, and shook their heads like rattles.
"Mason, we didn’t see anything."
Rocco Cooper gave them a pat on the head, frustrated at their incompetence, "By saying that, you’re admitting you did see sothing!"
Gustavo Yates nodded tearfully in agreent.
Yes! Last ti he answered the sa way, and as a result, he’d been worked to the bone by the boss for days.
The weather outside was a bit cold, so Mason Nightshade took Aurelia Shaw’s hand and returned inside. Seeing them co back, Ms. Rong quickly went to take the coat from the young master, but seeing it on the Young Madam instead, she didn’t overthink.
"Young Master, would you like to have dinner at ho tonight? I’ll prepare your al."
"Yes," Mason Nightshade said flatly.
"I’ll go upstairs first," Aurelia Shaw said and then headed upstairs.
It was only then Ms. Rong noticed that the Young Madam wasn’t wearing anything under her coat. She froze, her face turning red.
Aurelia Shaw didn’t mind. As she stepped on the stairs, a soft, cute little thing jumped by her feet. She paused, and then her whole heart lted. She picked up the little bunny and went upstairs.
Aurelia Shaw took off the coat, went to the bathroom for a shower, and changed into comfortable ho clothes.
Just then, Ms. Rong finished cooking.
Before going downstairs, she glanced at her phone. Eleanor Spencer’s situation had spread at an explosive speed, escalating into a severe and uncontrollable ss. The comnts were all filled with mudslinging.
Aurelia Shaw watched those accounts bearing Eleanor Spencer’s fan IDs arguing with netizens, the fans painstakingly defending their idol’s image.
How blissful it was.
Back when she was in the hospital, trapped by Eleanor Spencer’s sche, sared by the whole internet, and then deliberately attacked by the internet mob hired by Eleanor Spencer, she was still a newcor with not many fans, fighting all alone.
At that mont, she constantly thought of suicide.
If it weren’t for Mason Nightshade.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence; one ti she really did try to commit suicide, in the bathroom, slitting her wrists. But that day Mason Nightshade happened to co back and took her, unconscious, to the hospital.
For him, it might have been just compassion? Or maybe because he once was a soldier who couldn’t ignore saving a life.
But for her, who liked him back then, it was definitely a ray of sunlight in the darkness.
Aurelia Shaw put her phone away, not wanting to pay attention to the discussions online.
Suddenly a warm embrace held her from behind, and she turned to et Mason Nightshade’s gentle yet deep black eyes.
Mason Nightshade sniffed her hair, "Took a shower?"
This ti, she was so obedient, she even dried her hair herself.
Aurelia Shaw turned to face him, pulling at his collar, her red lips accurately finding his slightly dry ones,
Mason Nightshade’s body stiffened, and the next second, he held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
"What’s up?" he asked, pushing away slightly, breathing heavily, looking at her with deep eyes.
Aurelia Shaw’s breath was also unstable, raising her lips in a smile, "You were very obedient today, it’s your reward."
Mason Nightshade took a big step, pinning her against the wall, pressing his lips heavily down again, a muffled voice spilling out between their lips, "Can be even more obedient."
So, demands should be a little more too.
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