Chapter 1138: My Front Passenger Seat Belongs Only to You
Aurelia Shaw lifted her chin to question him, like a cat who had won the argument, arrogantly holding her chin high, her manner making one’s heart itch.
Mason Nightshade looked at Aurelia Shaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing a bit.
Aurelia Shaw squinted her eyes; is this wolf thinking about those kinds of things now? Calling him a lecherous wolf was indeed correct; his mind was always filled with those thoughts.
"I get jealous," Mason Nightshade murmured softly, sounding like a bullied wife.
"And I don’t get jealous?" Aurelia Shaw raised her eyebrows at him.
After saying this, Aurelia Shaw felt something was odd but couldn’t immediately pinpoint what it was.
Mason Nightshade’s lips curled into an arc, and in a voice like a thread, he asked softly by her ear, "You get jealous? So earlier you... were jealous?"
Damn! She finally realized what felt off!
She had fallen into this wild wolf’s trap!
Aurelia Shaw glared at him angrily, ignored him, and opened the passenger door to sit inside.
Mason Nightshade chuckled lowly, his thin lips almost curving to his ears, and his tongue inadvertently flicked his lips.
Strange, even without a kiss, why does my heart feel so sweet?
...
Aurelia Shaw fastened her seatbelt and suddenly remembered something, turning her head towards Mason Nightshade, "Hey, have you heard the saying that a man’s passenger seat is reserved for the woman he treasures most?"
Aurelia Shaw’s eyes sparkled with mischief, "Besides me, which other woman has sat in your car’s passenger seat?"
As if to encourage, Aurelia Shaw assured, "Just tell the truth, I promise I won’t get angry or bring up old grievances."
Usually, when a woman says this, it’s akin to a man saying: I won’t go past the line of no return.
Just listen and don’t take it seriously.
Mason Nightshade glanced at her, "Really want to know?"
Initially, Aurelia Shaw just asked casually, but Mason Nightshade’s question made her suddenly curious whether any other woman had really sat in that seat.
To say she’s not bothered would be a lie, though she knows it’s normal and Mason Nightshade couldn’t entirely prevent others from sitting.
Not minding was true, but feeling uncomfortable was true too.
Aurelia Shaw understood this feeling as a psychological cleanliness fetish, disliking other women being too close to her man, considering it a very normal mindset.
Mason Nightshade was actually watching Aurelia Shaw’s face in the rearview mirror, seeing her occasionally frown, sometimes lowering her eyes, biting her lip, looking troubled, as a warmth flowed through, reaching the softest part of his heart.
"Only you have sat there."
He said softly.
The voice was gentle as if saying a sweet nothing, yet it seemed like something ordinary.
Aurelia Shaw was taken aback, "Huh?"
Mason Nightshade repeated, word by word, "Only you have sat in my passenger seat, including men." He looked at her.
The implication:
Not just women, but even men haven’t sat in his passenger seat.
Aurelia Shaw was initially stunned, then her lips curled, her eyes gleaming with bold arrogance, "Isn’t that a given?" She turned her head, her reflection in the window glass slightly blushing.
...
Caspian Parker had placed a curfew on her, requiring her to be home by 10 PM.
Mason Nightshade displeasedly parked the car in the neighborhood, his thick brows furrowed in discontent: "I completely don’t want to let you go, darling, you know? You leave my sight for even a second, I can’t stand it, my heart aches."