Aurelia Shaw found it amusing.

She had never seen Mason Nightshade so out of sorts; apparently, his weakness was cats.

Indeed, there were always cats outside the house, and then there was also her, the little rebellious wildcat.

"Go to sleep!" Mason ordered.

Was she this happy to see him flustered?

One of these days, he'd have to teach this little girl a lesson, thoroughly solidify his place in her heart.

In just a few minutes, Aurelia yawned five or six times, yet she was still holding onto the script, her head hitting against the sofa several times.

Mason contemplated changing the sofa at home to one with down feathers so that it wouldn't hurt when she bumped into it.

Though with him around, he would never let her get hurt.

"Go to sleep now. If you don't, I'll have Amanda Fuller burn your script," he urged.

Before she went to sleep, she absolutely had to read her script for a few hours. If he didn't urge her, she would definitely fall asleep on the sofa.

With the weather so cold now, it would be easy to catch a cold.

Forget it, better not trouble Amanda.

Aurelia obediently put away her script, lay on the bed, and looked at the man in the video—his background was the study, a laptop in front of him, and his hands never stopped as they chatted.

His work must be very busy; tonight he might have to stay up all night again.

"Goodnight, Mason." She paused, squinting with a threatening tone, "And you're not allowed to stay up late either. Finish up and go to sleep. If you really need to rush it, hand it over to Grayson and the others; after all, he's got nothing better to do."

"Alright." Mason agreed indulgently, thoroughly enjoying his woman bossing him around.

Was he a masochist?

"Goodnight, Mason."

"Goodnight, darling."

...

Jovana Shaw's face was injured; she took several days off and didn't dare let anyone know she was disfigured.

Late that night, she sneaked back to the hotel to retrieve some things.

By this time, the crew should be asleep.

...

Jovana rummaged around the room, searching through cupboards, and found the diamond necklace Leo Campbell had given her in a box by the bed.

She had been hiding outside all this time, secretly receiving treatment, feeling much more at ease with something from her brother Leo by her side.

Jovana quickly packed up and quietly closed the door to leave.

She adjusted her mask, her eyes warily scanning the surroundings, when suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a vibrant figure emerging from a room.

If her memory was correct... this was Leo Campbell's room! Why was a woman coming out of Leo's room?

The woman casually flicked her hair, and Jovana caught a glimpse of her elegant and dazzling profile, her face filled with icy jealousy—Aurelia! It was her again! That wicked woman!

In her absence from the crew these few days, this shameless woman had cozied up to her brother Leo!

No way, she couldn't let brother Leo be snatched away; she absolutely couldn't lose Leo Campbell!

Whether Aurelia saw her, didn't see her, recognized her, or simply regarded her as a passerby, the corner of her lips curled into a scornful smile.

...

Jovana pressed on the gas pedal, speeding several times on her way back to her temporary residence.

"Use the best medicine, and heal my face in the shortest time possible...!" Jovana demanded, clutching the collar of the man in the white coat. This was the doctor Clara Philips had found to treat her face.

"Miss... Miss Shaw..." The doctor shivered in fear, "The quickest for your face would take over a month..."