After dinner, Mason Nightshade held Aurelia Shaw in his arms again and went upstairs, placing her on the bed.
Aurelia Shaw struggled, not needing him to carry her, but she had already been lifted into the air and then placed down. Looking at his long, straight legs, Aurelia muttered to herself, "So what if your legs are long?"
Mason Nightshade thoroughly enjoyed the process of taking care of her, rubbing his head against hers and inhaling her scent, a mix of the fragrance of her body wash and her unique aroma, like a large dog nuzzling around. "I'm going to work now."
"Hurry up and go!" Having just lost face in front of the servants, Aurelia Shaw felt annoyed whenever she saw Mason Nightshade, wishing to chase this domineering, dictatorial large dog out of her room.
