Chapter 1233: Mason Nightshade Mistaken for a Playboy
Every woman who comes looking for the CEO looks different!
Although they dress in a similar style, have similar body shapes and heights, and all wear sunglasses, their appearances are completely different. If you don’t look closely, you’d really think they’re the same person.
The closed door shut out the gossiping eyes outside. Aurelia Shaw was used to such looks, worried whether Mason Nightshade would be uncomfortable, yet he dared to openly hold her hand in front of so many people.
Just about to express some concern, Aurelia was suddenly lifted into the air, pressed against the door with a loud "thud!"
"..." She could already imagine what those outside were guessing.
"What are you acting crazy about again? Isn’t there already enough gossip in the company? As the CEO, shouldn’t you set an example and not let rumors disrupt their work enthusiasm?" Saying this, Aurelia took off her sunglasses, which Mason immediately tossed aside.
"..." Those sunglasses cost her several thousand.
This spendthrift.
"The company atmosphere is too dull, it’s good to give them something to talk about, to relieve some work pressure." Mason said earnestly, carrying her over to the sofa, where he sat down with his hand on her lower back; Aurelia sat on his lap, and he showed no intention of letting her go.
"I miss you." Mason buried his head in Aurelia’s neck, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her, and spoke movingly with his sexy voice, "I find that if I can’t see you for a minute, I miss you. What should I do?"
Aurelia didn’t reply, raising her eyebrows to see what trick he was playing.
Mason was silent for a moment and sighed in a soft tone: "I really want to put you in my pocket, so I can take you wherever I go."
He glanced at her after saying this.
"Don’t even think about it!" Aurelia dismissed his idea.
She increasingly sensed Mason’s attachment to her, alongside the deeply rooted possessiveness and control hidden within him, usually restrained, though his composed appearance in a suit reveals nothing. But once given slack, the consequences are obvious.
What Mason excels at is feigning weakness and acting coy. Aurelia must admit that even as a man, he can be more coddling than she can!
"Put me down." Aurelia patted Mason’s shoulder.
Mason gave her a habitual "aggrieved and pitiful" look, but seeing she was unmoved, he reluctantly let her down, and gave her one last pleading glance.
Aurelia pretended not to notice.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, glanced around, "Are you going to work later? When do you get off?"
Mason noticed her boredom. She’d never been involved in business matters since childhood. Though Balthazar Shaw’s family wasn’t kind to her and Clara Philips wanted to raise her as a spoiled wastrel before casting her into financial and social ruin, at least money wasn’t a problem for her.
He got up, fetched his laptop for her, opened it, searched for the latest popular TV show "Dawnsong 2", and placed it in front of her, gently stroking her soft hair, "Be good, I still have a lot of work to do, watch some TV here."
Aurelia frowned at Mason.
Mason asked in puzzlement, "What’s wrong?"
Aurelia said seriously, "Mason, are you sure your cognitive system isn’t malfunctioning? I’m not a three-year-old child; combining the ages from both my lives, I’m over thirty, practically an older leftover woman by today’s standards."