Chapter 1390: At the Very Least, I Owe an Apology for This

Chapter 1390 -1400: At the Very Least, I Owe an Apology for This

Alaric Wood emerged from the bathroom.

He had changed into a brand-new outfit, a white shirt and black trousers. Xiaodu liked white shirts, and whenever he wore them, her eyes would always unconsciously reveal a gentle light.

Looking at himself in the mirror, without a trace of bloodiness, his skin was pale due to being indoors for long periods, lips thin and crimson.

Alaric Wood smiled satisfactorily.

Xiaodu preferred him this way.

So, no matter what happens, he must never let Xiaodu see his violent side again.

Alaric Wood’s gaze was wicked yet deep.

…

Aurelia Shaw had been staying at the villa for a few days.

The wound was healing.

The temperature had warmed, and unknowingly, the trees in the yard had already sprouted buds. Aurelia Shaw sat on the swing chair, her eyes slightly narrowed, but her gaze settled on nothing in particular, her eyes vacant.

Junia Simpson walked over.

These past few days, Junia Simpson would come regularly to check her wound and change the gauze.

Back in the house, Aurelia Shaw took off her top, exposing her smooth back to Junia Simpson. She looked down, glancing at Junia Simpson’s expression, thinking: Does she truly not mind coming to change my medication every day?

Probably not.

She minds, yet has no choice but to come.

If it were her, having to heal the person indirectly responsible for her family’s demise? She might not harm them, but wouldn’t be willing either.

“I’m sorry.”

Aurelia Shaw suddenly spoke.

Junia Simpson’s fingers stiffened, her face quickly resuming tranquility, “I don’t know what Miss Aurelia is apologizing for?”

Aurelia Shaw sighed with helplessness, “You know.”

“There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”

Junia Simpson finished changing the gauze and lifted the medical box as if to leave.

She seemed genuinely unaware of Aurelia Shaw’s reason for apology.

“The incident five years ago…” Aurelia Shaw knew the event from five years ago was a sore spot for Junia Simpson, so she didn’t elaborate, “Even though I was captured by them, ultimately I was involved, inescapably so.

I don’t expect you to forgive me; I just feel I should at least say I’m sorry.”

Junia Simpson turned back, looking at Aurelia Shaw, “There’s no need for you to apologize for this. I was just too emotional earlier, Grayson Quinn was right, what does it have to do with you? Any misplaced anger is simply our incompetence in finding the culprit, I’ve never blamed you.”

Aurelia Shaw smiled with relief.

“About you and Mason Nightshade… you need not separate because of us.” Junia Simpson hesitated before speaking.

She truly shouldn’t meddle in others’ affairs, but couldn’t help herself.

During this time, Junia Simpson had witnessed how Mason Nightshade managed it all, and at least Grayson Quinn was right about one thing—Mason Nightshade truly cared enough that he could abandon everything for her.

Lovers are inherently the most important people to each other, Junia Simpson didn’t intend to compete, initially felt some anger, thinking how can years of brotherhood not match up to a woman known for only a few years? But finally, she understood.

It’s difficult to let go of someone beloved.

“I know…” Aurelia Shaw lowered her eyes, understanding everything Junia Simpson said, “But… should I stay by his side just because I love him?

Can you understand, can others understand?

Even though I’ve committed no error, ultimately the incident began because of me.

When others look at me, their hearts hold a grudge, yet Mason Nightshade sees me as his greatest love, his lifelong companion.

To others, it feels like betrayal.”

She doesn’t care about others’ opinions.

She cares about Mason Nightshade.

Betrayal will inevitably crush everything he stands for.

They could escape to a place where no one knows them.

But.

The Mason Nightshade she loves is outstanding, how could she bear to let him fall into Hell because of her?