If it were before, Aurelia Shaw would definitely have believed Jovana Shaw’s words and blad herself for misunderstanding her. Afterwards, she would have gone all out to buy her clothes and jewelry as compensation.
But now...
Aurelia Shaw simply said flatly, "I’m not unhappy."
Jovana Shaw did not expect Aurelia to react so calmly and was stunned. She lifted her tearful eyes to look at her.
Aurelia smiled, "You haven’t done anything against , so why would I be unhappy? Unless you and Mason Nightshade did sothing to betray ?"
"No... no," Jovana said, sniffing, purposely pausing for a few beats, making one think she was feeling guilty. She felt a bit uneasy, thumping in her heart. Was she overthinking it? Why did she feel that this little sly fox Aurelia Shaw was different from before, as if she had beco smarter?
"If not, then I have even less reason to be unhappy," Aurelia laughed and asked with concern, "Did you figure out the questions you didn’t understand?"
Jovana nodded obediently, finding Aurelia’s smile to be very cold, as if she was holding a knife ready to slit your throat, yet still smiling at you, very frightening.
"Go back and rest, you have to get up early for school tomorrow, don’t study too late," Aurelia said.
"Okay." Jovana nodded obediently, feeling this place was too terrifying to stay any longer. She gave them a sweet smile, then turned and left, "Then I’ll go back to my room, goodnight Sister, Brother-in-law."
The servant bid them "Goodnight" and hurriedly left too.
The door opened and closed again, the atmosphere was eerily quiet. Aurelia behaved as if nothing had happened, wheeling herself over to the makeup table and calmly drying her hair. Mason stood behind her without speaking, but he didn’t move either. His brows were tightly furrowed. He held back and held back, but still couldn’t suppress himself from explaining, "Just now, she only ca over to ask a question. Nothing happened, don’t overthink it."
Aurelia was surprised that Mason would take the initiative to explain this, but... from another perspective, does this not count as feeling guilty?
She let out a faint "Oh" without any extra reaction, just saying, "I know."
This lukewarm response felt like you’ve struggled with yourself for a long ti, finally swallowing your pride to lower your head first, but the opponent’s attitude is as if hitting cotton, neither warm nor hot, making one feel quite frustrated.
"Are you angry? Or are you jealous that I was explaining questions to her in the middle of the night?" Mason asked nervously.
Aurelia didn’t know how Mason ca to this conclusion. She turned off the hair dryer, looked back at Mason calmly, with her brows lightly furrowed, eyes devoid of waves, "Shouldn’t I be angry? Or shouldn’t I be jealous? Seeing your own husband and sister, only the two of them, appear in your bedroom, and the woman is disheveled, looking as if she’s been bullied, thinking more is quite normal, right?"
"I didn’t make a fuss, nor did I question you about what’s going on. I feel that I, as a wife, have already been generous enough. What more do you want to do?"
She was generous enough, that’s why he felt unhappy!
"But I’d rather you were angry!"
Mason felt his nerves were about to be driven to a breaking point by this girl. Obviously, he was soone so unruffled by things. Even if he fell into an enemy ambush, he could calmly and steadily command his soldiers to defeat the invaders and withdraw completely. In the turbulent business world, he could also strategize and make everyone beco a pawn under him.
But when facing her, she always had a way to make him irrational with just a few words.
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