Eleanor Spencer blushed with embarrassment, playfully chiding, "Mom, it's embarrassing when you say things like that."
The bones in her back still ached, but Eleanor maintained a gentle and graceful smile. She could feel envious glances cast her way from all around, and she relished in their admiration.
Her gaze shifted, catching sight of Aurelia Shaw approaching.
A flash of coldness flickered in her eyes as she stepped forward two paces, her cheeks slightly reddened, gazing affectionately at Mason Nightshade. From Aurelia's angle, it looked as if she had given Mason a peck on the cheek.
Mason frowned slightly and took a step back.
Eleanor smiled, "Night, actually… Mom wasn't entirely wrong. You're usually so busy. If you have time, you should come and visit my house. That night…"
"Thank you for taking care of my mom that night," Mason interrupted Eleanor coldly, a glint of frost passing through his hawk-like eyes.
