The girl lay lazily on the hammock, with one beautiful long leg pinned in her arms and the other swinging, her hair fluttering. Her peach blossom eyes seemed half-open, half-closed, as she yawned lightly; a thin mist covered her eyes, radiating spring, making Mason Nightshade feel a tightness in his lower abdomen.
Damn it!
As soon as the sound of the yawn rang out, everyone knew that the call was from a woman. It was well known that Mason Nightshade kept away from women; who could this be? Was it possibly that troublesome eldest daughter from the Shaw Family?
Everyone perked up their ears, eager for more gossip.
Grayson Quinn shook his head, seeing the smile reflected in Mason's eyes, he sighed deeply, thinking could this big dog not tone down his expressions? Tch, the cold aloofness banner had shattered completely.
