"Take care of it."
Mason Nightshade dropped these words and pulled Aurelia Shaw's hand to walk outside.
As they sat in the car, Aurelia's knee trembled slightly. This detail didn't escape Mason Nightshade's eyes. He took out a wet wipe, held her chin, and wiped the blood off her face.
He pulled out two more and tossed them to her, "Clean your hands."
Aurelia thought he was angry and didn't pay much attention, only to see Mason suddenly bend down and roll up her pant leg... "Hey..." Not there.
But it was too late to stop him.
Her fair and delicate knee was all red, and as her pants rolled up, there were also bruises on her thigh.
Mason's face suddenly turned gloomy, glaring at Aurelia, "I don't care how you mess around, nor do I want to restrict your freedom, but the consequence of my not caring is that you end up getting yourself hurt?"
"It was just an accident..." Aurelia explained, touching her nose.
This... was indeed an accident.
