Chapter 1161: Major General Ye Acts Spoiled
Mason Nightshade glanced indifferently at the cucumber in Aurelia Shaw’s bowl, a mocking sneer gracing his lips like a merciful pardon, "She’s under special circumstances, can’t eat cold things."
The Viscount’s face stiffened, then he lifted the corners of his mouth, "Oh, special circumstances? Aurelia, take good care of yourself."
Mason Nightshade furrowed his brow slightly, suddenly recalling something, and cursed fiercely in his heart, "Damn it!"
After dinner, the Viscount wanted to stay but had no reason to do so. During childhood, he could stay overnight at Aurelia Shaw’s house, but growing up brought many inconveniences, not to mention Aurelia’s special status.
Reluctantly, the Viscount left.
After seeing him off, Aurelia returned to her room to wash up and rest. Coming out of the bathroom, the bedroom lights were off.
Hmm? Aurelia raised an eyebrow; she remembered turning on the lights before bathing. Clearly, someone had come in and turned them off. As for who turned off the lights... suddenly, a shadow flickered out of the darkness.
Under normal circumstances, a knife would already be pressed against the person’s neck.
The person moved faster than her, pinning her against the wall before she could react. Aurelia didn’t bother to resist, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the handsome face of the man before her.
In the darkness, the man’s face exuded a wildness, like an untamed wolf ready to bite an opponent’s throat at any moment, capable of killing with one bite.
Mason Nightshade’s breathing was heavy; as he spoke, his lips brushed against Aurelia’s lips, "I’m jealous."
His tone was aggrieved, yet his actions and gaze were imbued with a strong sense of aggression.
Aurelia replied, "Angry? What’s there for you to be angry about? The Viscount was nearly infuriated by you; when you become venomous, who could outdo you? And you still have the nerve to say you’re angry."
This wolf has quite a thick skin.
Inhaling the scent of the shower gel, Mason’s heart stirred, and he couldn’t resist kissing her neck, "But in the end, that kid turned the tables on me."
When it comes to feigning pity, no one can compare to the man in her arms. Don’t be swayed by his aggrieved voice; there’s not the slightest sign of grievance in his actions. His unruly hand kept tugging at her bathrobe until it was all askew, barely hanging on her.
Aurelia sighed, "Just for that last sentence? What are you doing now?"
Mason finally pulled away the obstructive bathrobe, his fingers sliding over her smooth skin, his hands relentless while his mouth showed no guilt, "Tricking him."
Aurelia tugged on Mason’s hair, raising an eyebrow as she stared into his eyes, "Don’t compete with him; the Viscount is like family to me, I treat him like a younger brother. When we were kids, I was the one who protected him from being bullied, and now grown-up, he might want to protect me; there’s no bad intention."
"No bad intention? He might as well have had his eyes glued to you!" Mason growled viciously, "Don’t pretend you didn’t notice."
Aurelia rubbed her brow, "It’s not what you think; since childhood, we had the closest relationship. When I was bullied at home, or when Uncle Zhou drove him out of the house... we both survived depending on each other.
Suddenly, you appeared as the most important person to me, and he’s just jealous.
When did you become so bothered with little kids?"
Aurelia wasn’t sure if calling the Viscount a kid was right. During this meeting, she felt the Viscount had grown up.
His gaze had become...