Chapter 1388: Aurelia Explains to Mason Nightshade

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: Aurelia Explains to Mason Nightshade

Aurelia Shaw rinsed up simply and went downstairs. Sounds came from the kitchen, and sure enough, she saw Mason Nightshade. Despite his height over six feet, he wore an apron, holding a spatula, yet it couldn’t hide his elegance and handsomeness.

Some people’s aura is truly innate.

Some cannot appear noble even in high-end suits.

While there are those whose unparalleled aura can’t be concealed even in the plainest clothes.

Mason Nightshade was the latter at the moment.

Even wearing an apron, he didn’t look like a "cook," but the utensils in his hands seemed to elevate a level of sophistication.

"Go wash your hands." It was as if Mason had eyes on his back.

The breakfast was simple but very appetizing.

Aurelia hadn’t had the porridge cooked by Mason for a long time. At this moment, taking a sip brought a sense of nostalgia, her eyes lowered slightly, her long lashes covering the emotions in her eyes.

A hand reached over to lift her chin.

"Didn’t I say last night? While you’re here these few days, don’t think about anything else, just you and me."

Aurelia lowered her gaze.

After a few seconds, she gave up and curved her lips into a bitter smile.

Forget it, during these few days of recovering, just don’t overthink.

Mason noticed Aurelia’s shift in expression and knew she had come around. He extended his long arm, wrapped it around her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and fed her porridge.

Aurelia: "..."

Mason seemed particularly patient at the moment, "Aurelia, be good, open your mouth, ah—"

After persisting for a while, Aurelia reluctantly opened her mouth, and the fragrant porridge entered, capturing her taste buds.

"Good girl."

Mason rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Mason, I want to go back for a bit..." Aurelia cautiously said halfway, glancing at Mason, her eyes clear and transparent like there were sapphires inside, clear and beautiful.

Mason acted as if he didn’t hear her, smiling as he kissed her cheek, "Open up, be good."

The bowl of porridge was finished.

Mason set her back on the chair, picked up the bowl to wash it, but his movement was halted by a slight grip.

His gaze followed the fair, slender fingers to Aurelia.

Aurelia’s eyes were filled with determined persistence, "I just want to... take a look..."

"Go back where? See who?" Mason’s expression didn’t ripple, only these two questions.

Aurelia lowered her head like a child who’d done something wrong, her toes squeezing the chair, her voice barely audible, "I just want to see... see Alaric..."

Mason’s eyes surged with a tempest, dark and profound, seething with frenzied coldness and reckless killing intent.

Gazing at the top of her head, Mason suppressed his anger, so when Aurelia lifted her head, she only saw extraordinarily dark eyes.

Aurelia was a bit nervous, pressing her lips together, unsure of Mason’s thoughts.

Alaric Wood was Mason Nightshade’s reverse scale.

Back when Alaric abducted her, Mason’s actions were frenzied and manic, with a desperate resolve like perishing together. Thinking about it now, Aurelia was a bit afraid.

Aurelia was inherently indifferent, caring not for others, yet she worried about Mason having an accident.

"Alaric, he..."

"I don’t want to hear those two words from your mouth!" Mason interrupted Aurelia first, exhaled, his expression softened, "Sweetheart, be good. This is our time now, let’s not talk about others, okay?"

The edge of Mason’s clothing remained gripped.

Aurelia’s gaze was firm, "Alaric saved my life once! I owe him my life. I’ve never owed anyone anything, but I really owe Alaric, and perhaps not just a life, but also his future..."