Aurelia couldn't believe these words were coming out of Mason Nightshade's mouth. Mason had never spoken words of affection before; to be precise, this man, cold as a rock, wouldn't say anything to move a woman's heart. When it came to killing, he was genuinely ruthless, not even blinking an eye. He could, with the calmness of clouds drifting by, destroy a family or collapse a company overnight with a mere flick of his fingers, ruining a person's life.
What kind of look was that?
Mason Nightshade looked at the doubt in Aurelia's almond-shaped eyes, her small mouth forming an O-shape, her lips crimson red, giving him a strong urge to kiss them and taste them. His throat moved as he averted his gaze, his breath close to her ear, he spoke in a deep, enticing voice, "Honey, don't be moved. It's what I should do."
The man's ear was right in front of her. Hearing his infuriating words, Aurelia opened her mouth and bit his ear, her teeth sinking in hard.
