Chapter 1265: Aurelia Shaw Grows Suspicious
Mason Nightshade was soon fast asleep.
Aurelia Shaw slowly opened her eyes, which were clear and alert. She gazed at Mason Nightshade for a while, and slowly moved her gaze to his chest. He was wearing a shirt, not having taken it off, and there was a strong perfume scent on him, strong enough to mask his lemon fragrance.
Mason Nightshade knew she disliked the smell of perfume, so he rarely used it.
Especially on nights when he slept with her, he would never use perfume.
Moreover, why would a person who had just showered smell like perfume?
As if... deliberately hiding something.
Aurelia Shaw’s fingers twitched, reaching for Mason Nightshade’s shirt, and unbuttoned one button. As the collar loosened, a faint blood scent wafted out.
Aurelia Shaw reached for the second button.
Suddenly, Mason Nightshade grasped her hand, his deep gaze fixed on hers, appearing as dark as midnight, "What are you doing?"
Aurelia Shaw felt a nervous tension from being caught, "I..."
She quickly steadied herself and questioned him, "Why are you sleeping with your clothes on?"
Mason Nightshade calmly fastened the first button, the collar tightly encased his neck. He used to never like fastening the first button, unless it was a formal occasion, but now... "I have to be up early for a meeting at the presidential building tomorrow morning; it’s more convenient to stay dressed."
"You’ve never slept with a shirt on before, no matter how early you had to get up." Aurelia Shaw furrowed her brow, her tone filled with doubt.
Mason Nightshade replied slowly, "Things weren’t as critical before, and let’s not forget that even though this is the presidential suite, emergencies could still occur. I need to guard against those lurking Mafia, so they don’t seize the opportunity to attack."
"Get some sleep. Aren’t you tired these days? Have you contacted Junia Simpson? She seems quite anxious to find you." Mason Nightshade subtly diverted the topic.
"I’ll contact Junia Simpson tomorrow." Aurelia Shaw replied, in truth, she had forgotten, her mind was wholly occupied with thoughts about Mason Nightshade, leaving no room for anything else.
That night, Aurelia Shaw didn’t attempt to secretly unbutton Mason Nightshade’s shirt again. Having been caught once, if Mason Nightshade intended to let her be, she wouldn’t have another chance. Doing something like this again in the future would likely be increasingly difficult.
...
The next day, before dawn, Mason Nightshade was already awake. He took a new shirt into the bathroom to change into, and when he emerged, he was startled to see Aurelia Shaw on the large bed, rubbing her eyes.
"You..."
"Morning." Aurelia Shaw yawned, rubbed her eyes hard several times, her head wobbling drowsily from side to side, yet she fought to stay awake, offering Mason Nightshade a smile.
"Did I wake you? I’ll move more quietly, sweetheart, just continue sleeping a bit more; I promise not to disturb you again, okay?" Mason Nightshade strode over, helping Aurelia Shaw to lie comfortably, and pulled the covers over her.
Just as he was about to leave, his sleeve was tugged by Aurelia Shaw, turning back, he saw the look in her eyes as she said, "I want to have breakfast with you."
Mason Nightshade knew he should refuse her, but against his better judgment, he hoisted her up from the bed, intending to dress her.
Before his arm could touch her, she suddenly recoiled, gave him a bright smile.
"I’ll do it myself."
With that, she got out of bed.
Mason Nightshade watched in silence as she got out of bed on her own, dressed herself, something shadowy and indiscernible flickered in his expressive eyes, but he said nothing, and led her downstairs.
Junia Simpson saw Aurelia Shaw descending the stairs with Mason Nightshade, closed her previously agape mouth, a hint of surprise and doubt in her eyes.
"How come sister-in-law is up so early today?" Junia Simpson asked, seemingly casually.