The housekeeper was trembling with fear and hurriedly took a broom to sweep the glass shards off the floor when she heard the young master say to her, "You can go and rest."
Mason Nightshade said calmly, "Rember, you mustn’t say a single word about what happened tonight!"
"That includes Aurelia, understand?"
"Yes, young master." The housekeeper retreated.
Mason Nightshade’s wrist was still in Aurelia Shaw’s mouth, but he seed to feel no pain, patiently and gently patting her back.
Soon, the effect of the fever-reducing dicine kicked in.
Aurelia Shaw’s eyelids drooped, and her teeth loosened their grip on Mason Nightshade’s wrist.
After a while, Mason withdrew his wrist and picked her up.
He placed Aurelia Shaw on the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she slowly opened her eyes and saw a familiar yet blurry figure in front of her.
But she recognized him in an instant.
The man long imprinted on her heart.
"Mason Nightshade," Aurelia Shaw murmured his na, her fingers clenching his shirt.
Mason leaned down, "Oh."
His voice was as gentle as could be, his gaze as affectionate as anything.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, Mason’s heart ached painfully, and he gently wiped them away with his rough fingertip, "I’m here, I’m Mason Nightshade, Aurelia, don’t be afraid, I’m here, no one can hurt you."
If he could, he truly wanted to give her all the tenderness in the world, all the love, making her the happiest little princess.
But...
Perhaps heaven was punishing him, making him atone for all his past life sins.
Allowing him to be reborn, but also making her, who had suffered such pain, be reborn too.
"I’m here, don’t be afraid, no one can hurt you."
"Eleanor Spencer bullied , I hate seeing her with you, I hate you talking to her, I hate how close you are," Aurelia Shaw muttered incoherently.
She really despised the thought of them being together alone. Several tis after their marriage, when she spoke to him, he’d ignore her, yet he’d talk with Eleanor Spencer.
She just hated that feeling!
"I was asking her about you," Mason said softly, his voice low and gentle, like a violin piece played at night.
"Asking about ?" Aurelia Shaw showed a puzzled expression.
"Yes," he said in a low voice, "because I didn’t dare face you, afraid of doing sothing that would hurt you, but couldn’t help wanting to know about you, so I indirectly asked about your well-being from her."
"Then you had als with her..."
"Because she told you had concerns, later I found out you wanted to enter the showbiz so I arranged for soone to lead you into the industry," Mason explained.
It turned out that her cherished story of being discovered by a talent scout while shopping was actually his arrangent.
Aurelia Shaw was both embarrassed and resentful, "But I was bullied."
Mason let out a long sigh, "I’m sorry, I was on a mission then and didn’t know how far my mother had gone until I returned and investigated. I retaliated against everyone who bullied you."
She recalled that those who bullied her eventually vanished without a trace.
It wasn’t her curse at work; it was Mason who had discreetly helped remove them.
"Then why didn’t you co back to see when I was sick? I told Gustavo Yates so many tis that my leg was crippled, but you still didn’t co!"
"I did," Mason said softly, "Every ti you slept, I visited you, you just didn’t know."
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