Seeing her like this, Mason Nightshade's anger suddenly dissipated. His broad fingers pressed the spot where her hand was, gently massaging with perfect pressure, naturally wrapping his arm around her shoulder to keep her from falling.
"Still hurts?" Mason asked softly.
If he had known her drinking capacity was this poor, he wouldn't have let her drink fruit wine.
After a few massages from Mason, her head really hurt less, and she sobered up a bit. Aurelia Shaw tried to distance herself slightly, but he pulled her back.
A deep, mellow voice resonated above, "No need to hold back with me. Lean if you want to; I'm your husband." He paused for a moment before adding, "Even if you want a divorce, before it's official, we're still married. You have the right and obligation to enjoy that."
This time, Aurelia didn't push him away.
"With such poor drinking capacity, you're forbidden to drink anymore," Mason continued.
Aurelia looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes veiled with a drunk haze, making it hard to see clearly. Her already charming eyes looked even more alluring, long and curled lashes slightly furrowing, stirring emotions deep in one's heart.
Mason's expression wavered.
She simply said, "With such poor capacity, I should drink more to practice, or it'll only get worse."
"I can help you practice," Mason swallowed his throat, his heated dark eyes reflecting her stunning, flushed cheeks.
Doubt surfaced in Aurelia's eyes.
Mason slightly turned his head, hiding his heated gaze, speaking calmly, "Those guys in the army all got their drinking capacity from me. There are plenty worse than you. Bringing up your capacity is a piece of cake for me."
"Isn't this for your selfish reasons?"
Aurelia pierced through his intentions with a single remark.
But who was Mason Nightshade? He perfectly hid emotions inside, his elegant and cold face showing no trace of emotion, clear black eyes, and he responded lightly, "Hmph, I've seen the few pounds of flesh you have. Do I need to take advantage? Don't think too poorly of me. I wouldn't resort to such methods to keep you."
The truth in his heart, however, was: Seeing her drunken state, how could he let her drink in front of others? Additionally, thinking about others seeing her that way… made him insanely jealous.
But she didn't need to know that.
Mason leaned down, picked up Aurelia, and headed upstairs.
Aurelia thought he was carrying her back to the bedroom. But he walked past the bedroom door without stopping, his fingers tightly gripping her shoulder. She sternly asked, "Mason, where are you taking me?"
Mason glanced down at her, "The study."
"I won't go! Put me down!"
"If you can walk on your own, then go ahead," Mason said calmly, continuing his strides to the study, a slight smile curving on his lips.
Aurelia's temples throbbed slightly, biting her teeth in anger!
This man clearly knew her body was weak and she couldn't walk, it was obvious he was set on teasing her.
Pushing the study door open, Mason placed Aurelia on a chair, then turned to busy himself with something else.
She sat in the large chair, her slender legs tucked up, fair and delicate, making her petite figure resemble a cat, her curious gaze fixed on Mason, her eyes following his every move.
Suddenly feeling sleepy, she yawned, her nose red, eyes glazed with a watery mist, lazily gazing forward, chin resting on her knees, increasingly looking like a lazy cat.
She watched Mason approach with something in his hand.