"Ha!" A mocking cold laugh suddenly spills from the woman’s red lips. Aurelia looks at Mason Nightshade, her eyes cold and full of sarcasm. "If I say no, would you really not touch me?"
Mason Nightshade calmly looks at Aurelia, his eyes dark and deep, unreadable. His breath is urgent and disordered, yet he seriously responds to her, "If you don’t like it, I won’t touch you. I’ll wait until you agree, and then I’ll touch you."
Aurelia frowns, skeptically scrutinizing Mason Nightshade, assessing how credible his words are. After a while, she speaks coldly, "I don’t want to."
Mason Nightshade gives her a fixed look. Aurelia also looks at him, her fingers clenching, her peripheral vision catching the knife thrown to the side. Damn it! Bare-handed, she wonders if she can beat him. This man has the body of a soldier as hard as iron, completely unlike a normal human!
Ultimately, Aurelia still doesn’t trust him.
Mason Nightshade drops a single syllable, suddenly stands up, leans back against the sofa, his arm resting on his bent leg, his head thrown back as he breathes heavily.
Aurelia hadn’t expected Mason Nightshade would truly let her go.
She freezes for a moment before coming to her senses, raising her eyes to look at Mason Nightshade’s tightly furrowed brows, his handsome but sweaty suffering side profile. She suddenly realizes she doesn’t quite recognize this man.
Mason Nightshade suddenly opens his eyes, casting a sidelong glance over, a faint smile curling at his lips, "What, regretting it? You still have time to change your mind. I’m not always interested."
Saying this, he himself feels a bit uncertain.
Not always interested? Alas, in her presence, as long as she gives him a look, it seems he could easily crumble.
Ha~ Who would’ve thought Mason Nightshade would have such a day? The iron-faced, ruthless god of war on the battlefield now has a weakness. Aurelia, I’ve always been avoiding you, unwilling to admit my feelings for you, fearing you’d become my weakness. But from now on, I won’t make the same mistake.
From now on, you, Aurelia, are my weakness, Mason Nightshade!
Aurelia has no clue about the turmoil in Mason Nightshade’s heart, she ignores his words perfectly. Holding the clothes she plans to change into, she takes a wide detour to avoid him, heading to the changing room to change her clothes. When she comes out, she finds Mason Nightshade still in the room.
He is sitting on the sofa, long legs crossed, his white shirt rumpled with missing buttons at the collar. His bronze skin bears five distinct slender scratch marks, and there’s no need to guess whose handiwork it is.
Thinking of their earlier intimacy, Aurelia’s face flushes slightly, she looks at him coolly and asks, "Why are you still here?"
Mason Nightshade stands up, his face returning to its usual inscrutable calm, appearing dignified and elegant, as if the person in disarray just now wasn’t him.
"Waiting for me for what?" Aurelia asks casually.
"Did you forget?" Mason Nightshade frowns, wondering what exactly she has in her head, "Didn’t I say yesterday that I’d take you to your family’s home? Just now, your father called me asking where we were. If you’re ready, we can leave."
"Do we really have to go back?" Aurelia asks with slight resistance.
Thinking of the mother and daughter at home, she has no desire to return. Even though after being reborn, she thought of going back to see, some things are more beautiful kept in the heart than seen with the eyes. Some things, once touched, can be a permanent pain.