His eyes chilled and narrowed slightly, that sharp gaze locking onto the man beside Aurelia Shaw.
Andrew Kennedy.
He remembered this man; during the previous shoot he was always hovering around Aurelia.
And he actually chased her all the way here.
Mason Nightshade got out of the car, his tall, lean figure leaning lazily against it. He strode toward the two of them, took Aurelia's hand, then shot Andrew a faintly mocking, indifferent smile. "And this is…?"
His eyes were blank, as if he'd never seen this person before.
Andrew froze, his gaze sweeping over their tightly clasped hands, subtle and unreadable.
Aurelia paused, vaguely sensing Mason's foul mood. She glanced at Andrew and instantly understood.
This wild wolf is randomly getting jealous again!
"Andrew Kennedy, I worked with him on a drama before."
Hearing Aurelia's explanation, Mason's expression grew even darker.
You need to explain for him now? And you say it so cozy too!
Aurelia felt extremely wronged.
