When she was young, although she depended on me, she never told me what was on her mind. When she grew up, she rarely depended on me anymore.
Ah, who's to blame for his absence for so many years.
Even if Caspian Parker regrets it now, it's too late. He can only do his best to make it up to his sister.
...
After breakfast, Aurelia Shaw packed her luggage.
Mason Nightshade had said he would take her for training today, and she'd need to stay at the mountaintop club for a few days.
Hearing familiar footsteps approaching, Aurelia turned around and saw Mason Nightshade walking in, "Don't you need to pack your luggage?"
Mason leaned against the door frame, looking at her. She was wearing a blue floral loungewear, her long, curly black hair was tied up, a layer of sweat beading on her forehead and nose, and her fair skin had a rosy hue. He watched her, his Adam's apple bobbing, a warmth bubbling inside him.
He slowly curved his lips into a charming rogue smile and said, "I can't."
