Mason Nightshade hung up Grayson Quinn's call, and sent Junia Simpson a text, concise, merely stating: "Is Grayson Quinn's vacation a bit too long?"
"Got it." The response came quickly from the other side, though it was only three simple words, Junia Simpson, who had been by Mason Nightshade's side for so long, knew exactly what Mason Nightshade was thinking.
Grayson Quinn must have caused trouble for Mason again over there.
Mason Nightshade waited until the dead of night, but Aurelia Shaw didn't walk in her sleep; instead, he fell into a deep slumber, and if his biological clock hadn't woken him up automatically, the act of climbing into her room through the window at midnight would have been exposed.
Mason Nightshade tidied up and got up, walked to the window and then returned, leaving a kiss on her forehead, his gaze tender.
"Good morning."
His deep voice was filled with affection, and he climbed back out through the window he had come in last night, agilely, startling the early-rising busy servants.
Mrs. Rong witnessed this scene and sighed.
Why does the young master persist in this?
She really increasingly doesn't understand the young master and the Young Madam.
"What are you looking at, looking at what? Finished your own tasks? Do you not know how the previous servants were fired? Want to follow in their footsteps?" Mrs. Rong sternly scolded the other servants, reminding them sharply, causing their expressions to change, and they hurriedly walked away, each busy with their own tasks.
Half an hour after Mason Nightshade left, Aurelia Shaw also woke up, with sleepy eyes staring dazedly at the other half of the bed— the bed had been meticulously smoothed by Mason Nightshade, leaving no trace of someone having slept there.
Her brow furrowed lightly, looking towards the air conditioner, doubts floating in her heart.
Oh right, she hadn't turned on the air conditioner last night.
So strange, why did it feel as though she had slept holding onto a large heater last night?
And she slept very comfortably too?
Because living in the detox center for too long, the dampness had become a shadow in Aurelia Shaw's memory; though she couldn't break the habit of turning on the air conditioner, she preferred the warmth with the air conditioner on and a quilt covering her.
Last night she clearly hadn't turned on the air conditioner, why did it feel like in the summer she was holding a big heater and it felt very comfortable and warm?
She must have been groggy from sleep.
Aurelia Shaw yawned, got up to wash up, and went downstairs to have breakfast.
Halfway down the stairs, she caught the smell of food wafting from the kitchen.
She paused, an image of a man cooking noodles for a woman in the middle of the night suddenly flashed in her mind...
"What are you thinking about?"
A mellow voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Aurelia Shaw let out an "Ah," caught off guard, and stumbled down the stairs. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back, as a strong masculine scent with a faint lemon aroma flooded into her nostrils.
The memory from last night flashed again in her mind.
Her legs weakened, she fell into a bottomless pit, and the man instantly came over, held her, and pulled her into his embrace...
"What are you always so absent-minded about, thinking every day? If I hadn't pulled you back, would you like a scar on your head?" His stern voice sounded above her.
It brought Aurelia Shaw back to her senses.
She dazedly looked up, her peach blossom eyes clashing unexpectedly with his deep gaze, and the man momentarily paused.
"Thank you." Aurelia Shaw stepped back, leaving his embrace.
She rubbed her aching temples.
How come she got drunk after such a small amount of alcohol?
Just like before, her tolerance for alcohol wasn't good at all; in the previous life, she suffered quite a bit because of this problem. She thought she really ought to find an opportunity to practice her alcohol tolerance.
Ever since entering this line of work, she hasn't visited a bar, and when she did before, she was worried about getting into trouble, only drinking juices and the like. With Viscount Zhou by her side, she wasn't afraid of any trouble.
Does Viscount Zhou have a private liquor cabinet?
Aurelia Shaw subtly began to scheme.