Chapter 1199: Mason Nightshade Is Relieved His Woman Is Actually a Woman
Aurelia Shaw furrowed her brow, huh? Could Mason Nightshade have arranged a surprise for her in the courtyard? Curiously, Aurelia came to the courtyard, her mind filled with speculation about what kind of surprise Mason Nightshade might have for her.
This man rarely gave her good surprises; they were often bizarre and unpredictable. What would it be this time?
When Aurelia arrived at the courtyard, the lush scene of spring before her eyes left her dazed for a long time.
Before her was a thriving nursery, bursting with flowers. It was early spring, the weather hadn’t fully warmed up, and there was a chill in the wind. Aurelia didn’t know how Mason Nightshade managed it.
"The young master started planting these last year," the butler said as he approached, sighing as he recalled something. "When the young master found out that Young Madam destroyed all the flowers you had painstakingly cultivated for him, he was low-spirited for a long time. Every time he passed by, he would stop and look for a long while. I know he surely missed Young Madam’s intentions.
Last year, when Young Madam went abroad, the young master came back and nurtured these flowers. That was in the dead of winter. The young master went to great lengths to keep these flowers alive, collecting precious blooms from various countries, saying you liked them.
Each plant was nurtured from a small seedling by the young master.
The young master said you would definitely return, and when you did, he wanted you to see them."
Aurelia’s eyes brimmed with warmth, and she sniffed a bit. She had always been the one giving, never knowing that receiving surprises would feel like this—happy and excited, elated by the other’s dedication towards her.
"Huh?" Aurelia noticed a cluster of flowers moving in the flower bed. She walked over, curiously parted the flowers, and saw a chubby meatball nudging at the soil.
Aurelia let out a light laugh, picked up the meatball, and poked its dirt-covered nose. "Being naughty again, huh? How come you’re still so playful, even after getting so chubby from eating?"
Just as Aurelia was speaking, she seemed to sense something. Her whole body suddenly tensed up, her neck stiff as she hesitantly turned around, as if anticipating something. A pitch-black German Shepherd sat there, panting with its tongue out and staring at her.
Those pitch-black eyes were fixed on her, and Aurelia’s hair stood on end. She let out an "ah," shouting, "Mason Nightshade! Mason Nightshade! Mason Nightshade! There’s a dog..."
She ran as she shouted, seeing a figure in front of her and thinking it was the butler, she dashed forward. Upon embracing it, she felt something was off.
Why is this waist so thick?
Aurelia’s mind went blank, not having the presence of mind to think. The person supported her by holding her bottom, allowing her to climb higher.
By now, Aurelia realized something was amiss. The butler wouldn’t have such strength. This feeling... the familiar scent—Aurelia knew who it was. Earlier, thinking it was the butler, she hadn’t dared to cling too tightly, but knowing who it was now, she clung tightly to his neck, desperately climbing onto him.
Mason Nightshade couldn’t help but laugh, teasing, "Weren’t you the one who’s afraid of nothing?"
"Who said I’m afraid of nothing? I’m afraid of dogs, bugs, spiders, scorpions... Anyway, I’m afraid of all five poisons!" Aurelia listed one by one.
So this woman of his could also behave like a woman... Mason Nightshade felt gratified, the two small hands around his neck almost choking him. Mason only smiled dotingly, patting her back as if discovering a new world, his eyebrow raised.
A scheme was brewing in his mind.
The dog gave a rather innocent "humph," drooping its tongue, circling around Mason Nightshade with a pitiful look, occasionally glancing at Aurelia, letting out a few more pitiful "humphs."
As if saying: "Master, did I do something wrong? Why don’t you like me?"