Chapter 1039: Chapter 1039: Everything She Gave, He Will Do for Her Again
Mason Campbell was held by the collar by Mason Nightshade. His little face was full of dissatisfaction, and he glanced at Aurelia Shaw walking ahead, feeling a pang of grievance swelling in his heart.
He wanted Aunt Aurelia to hold him.
Mason Nightshade curled his lips and whispered in Mason Campbell’s ear: "What did Mark Campbell instruct you? Not to speak? To evoke Aurelia Shaw’s sympathy so that you can get close to her?"
Mason Campbell shivered.
How did this man know?!
Dad indeed instructed him that way.
The first time they met, Aunt Aurelia seemed to misunderstand that he was ill, but actually, he just didn’t want to talk, and besides, this aunt looked beautiful, different from the others, giving him a strange urge to be close to her.
Later, Dad told him if he wanted to see Aunt Aurelia often, he should not speak in front of her.
He had been holding back from speaking, but how did this big secret get discovered by this man?
After all, Mason Campbell was just a child, unable to hide anything from the keenly observant Mason Nightshade.
Mason Nightshade curled his lips into a light chuckle: "He only knows how to play small tricks behind the scenes, even using his own son to get close to a woman."
A trace of chill flashed across Mason Nightshade’s eyes.
Mason Campbell stared with eyes wide open and explained: Dad definitely didn’t use me! Besides, Dad hasn’t done anything to hurt Aunt Aurelia.
Mason Nightshade glanced down at him, "Do you think if he did, he’d still be able to stand in front of Aurelia unharmed today?"
Mason Campbell opened his mouth but then lowered his head and stopped speaking.
His intuition told him this man was harder to deal with than Dad.
Mason Nightshade tossed Mason Campbell onto the sofa and followed Aurelia Shaw into the bedroom.
Aurelia Shaw looked back and saw that the little dumpling in Mason Nightshade’s hands was gone, frowning she asked: "Where’s Anan?"
"That kid’s fine." Mason Nightshade said, "But... rather than worrying about him, why not worry about me."
"You?" Aurelia Shaw first thought of Mason Nightshade’s injuries, "Have your wounds reopened again? Take off your clothes, let me check."
Mason Nightshade extended his wrist, bracing one hand against the wall to press Aurelia Shaw against it, "As soon as you walk in, you ask me to undress, isn’t that inappropriate?"
Saying it’s inappropriate, yet secretly wishing to rip his own clothes off if not worrying about scaring her.
"Mason Nightshade..." Aurelia Shaw sighed helplessly, "Stop fooling around."
"My wounds are fine." Mason Nightshade’s chin rested on Aurelia Shaw’s shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist, with a tone of grievance, hands restlessly moving, "You say you want to pursue me, yet annoying flies keep appearing around you time and again, forcing me to shoo them away every day."
Why did he sound somewhat resigned?
Aurelia Shaw laughed: "Didn’t I also busy myself shooing away the bees and butterflies around you before?"
Consider it settled.
Mason Nightshade sighed in his heart, really feeling like he’s here to repay a debt in this life.
"But you said you’d pursue me, why does it feel like I’m chasing you now?" Mason Nightshade spoke in a grievance-filled tone, fingers quietly lifting Aurelia Shaw’s shirt hem, rough fingertips grazing the delicate flesh on her waist.
Aurelia Shaw was ticklish, dodging slightly, "Didn’t I pursue you? Now that I’m in my thirties overall front and back, how can I chase you like I’m eighteen or nineteen?"
Mason Nightshade understood her words and felt even more heartache for her.
"You don’t need to chase me; it’s my turn to chase you." Everything he owed her, everything she sacrificed for him in the past life, he’s willing to redo for her in this life.
Mason Nightshade’s whisper seemed like the most beautiful love words in the world:
"Aurelia, you’re truly beautiful..."
