Mason Nightshade carried Aurelia Shaw upstairs.

Seeing this, the maid silently locked the door and returned to her room.

Mason laid Aurelia on the bed, leaned over her, and pinned her hands above her head.

Mason released her, "Still trying to tease me?"

"Are you so easily teased?" Aurelia asked with a smirk, her eyes slightly raised in challenge.

"What do you think?" Mason countered, "When have I ever had any resistance to you?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Aurelia thought carefully.

Perhaps today's affair with Balthazar touched a sensitive nerve; she was particularly hung up on the past, "Before, I chased you for so long before you reluctantly agreed to marry me. If Balthazar hadn't offered so many shares as a dowry, and if the Nightshade Family hadn't needed that money or the Shaw Family's support, you certainly wouldn't have married me."

"Back then, it was all an act."

The implicit meaning of her question was clearly wanting him to tell her why he loved her yet was unwilling to marry her, but oh, this man really knows how to dodge the point.

Still, his evasive answer made her feel comforted.

"Not pretending anymore?"

"Now that my wife is in my arms, why pretend?" Mason said, biting her lips.

This man truly is a wolf.

Why does he love biting so much?

Aurelia pushed him, "Go take a shower."

"Together." He kissed her neck, unwilling to let her go.

"You go shower downstairs."

Aurelia finished her shower, dried her hair, threw the towel aside, and grabbed her laptop. She received an encrypted email and narrowed her eyes.

The door opened.

Aurelia naturally closed the laptop, saw Mason walk in, and sweep her up from the chair, brought her to the bed, removed her loose pajamas, tossed them aside, and bit her collarbone.

"Smells good."

Fresh from the shower, she had a particularly pleasant scent from the body wash.

He liked the smell.

The bathroom was full of bath products he had chosen for her—all that she liked, all that he wanted to smell.

He loved taking care of her preferences.

Aurelia was too lazy to bother with such things, and she didn't understand how Mason, such a serious person, had so many tricks up his sleeve.

No, he was inherently a wicked person.

A wicked soldier.

"It hurts..." His biting made her lips sore.

Mason chuckled lightly, his eyes full of tenderness, "Hurts what hurts."