Aurelia Shaw lifted her chin to question him, like a cat who had won the argument, arrogantly holding her chin high, her manner making one's heart itch.
Mason Nightshade looked at Aurelia Shaw, his Adam's apple bobbing a bit.
Aurelia Shaw squinted her eyes; is this wolf thinking about those kinds of things now? Calling him a lecherous wolf was indeed correct; his mind was always filled with those thoughts.
"I get jealous," Mason Nightshade murmured softly, sounding like a bullied wife.
"And I don't get jealous?" Aurelia Shaw raised her eyebrows at him.
After saying this, Aurelia Shaw felt something was odd but couldn't immediately pinpoint what it was.
Mason Nightshade's lips curled into an arc, and in a voice like a thread, he asked softly by her ear, "You get jealous? So earlier you... were jealous?"
Damn! She finally realized what felt off!
She had fallen into this wild wolf's trap!
