"Mm."
Aurelia Shaw responded faintly.
"Mason Nightshade, I'm fine now, but I want to be alone for a while."
Mason hesitated for a moment, "Alright."
"But, if anything happens, call me, no matter what it is!"
The implication was that even if she got into trouble, she must call him.
Why was he so indulgent with her?
Sigh, with her rebellious nature, if no one spoiled and protected her, she would be unruly, and if someone did, she would be even more reckless.
Aurelia restrained her emotions. With her face buried in the pillow, Mason couldn't see her expression, only hearing a muffled "Mm" sound.
But.
Mason did not leave.
He went to the kitchen, cooked her meal, kept it warm, and then returned to the living room.
She still maintained her original position without moving; it was unclear if she had fallen asleep.
Mason, familiar with the routine, entered the bedroom, took out a blanket, covered her, rolled down his sleeves, tidied up his clothes, and then went out.
