Aurelia Shaw didn't know what Mason Nightshade suddenly got into, changing his decision from that day. She didn't care what he thought, after all, he had never cared about her as his wife. As long as she didn't cross his line, he always treated her as a stranger, turning a blind eye.
Today, maybe he suddenly wanted to be heroic and saved her, but after returning home and thinking it over, he felt that letting her off so easily was too generous. So, he came to her room, intending to ask for some "compensation."
Aurelia Shaw tightly furrowed her brows, her clear voice suddenly dropping a few tones, "I didn't ask you to save me today!"
Mason Nightshade raised his eyes in surprise, looking at her askew. They stared at each other for a while until Mason suddenly lifted his right hand. On his sturdy arm was a hideous wound; the bandage had been removed, the flesh soaked to a ghastly pale, the skin was torn, and faintly seeping blood again.
