"Why are you sitting here? Go back to your lucky spot." Aurelia Shaw frowned displeased and shifted half a step aside, her backside brushing against something soft, which she paid no mind to, but the figure next to her suddenly froze.
"Why is Madam so afraid of me? I won't eat you." Mason Nightshade's voice was deep and enticing, a slight curve forming at the corners of his lips as he gazed at her softly.
Aurelia Shaw got goosebumps from his gaze, knowing this man's mischievous side was acting up again. She decided to ignore him and continued nibbling on her duck neck.
Her hands were too greasy and slippery, so Aurelia frowned and reached out intending to wipe them on her clothes. Just as her hand stretched out, she paused, glanced at the white shirt beside her with the corner of her eye, and then pretending not to notice, wiped her hands on his white shirt.
A patch of greasy stain immediately appeared on the clean, white shirt.
