Aurelia Shaw's eyelids drooped, her vision blurring. She couldn't open them, but she wanted to know what Mason Nightshade was holding and struggled to open them just a crack.
The man's tall figure came into view, his palm open, holding a dagger entirely black, its blade gleaming with a bright cold shine.
Aurelia Shaw's eyes instantly cleared, and she straightened her back, staring intently at the dagger, not hiding the sparkle in her eyes.
Mason Nightshade laughed, wanting just to stroke her fluffy hair.
How could this woman be so adorable with every expression and every gesture?
He wished to keep her enclosed, for his eyes only.
Mason Nightshade suppressed this strong thought, handing the knife to her, "Want to try?"
Aurelia Shaw was already fixated on the knife, unable to look away. She wasn't knowledgeable about knives and only knew a bit of Fighting Skill by chance, but even as a layperson, she could tell this knife was extraordinary. The blade was gleaming, and one could imagine its sharpness.
A moment ago, he told her to avoid such dangerous things, and now he's giving her a knife?
Before doubt could arise in Aurelia Shaw's mind, Mason Nightshade's voice sounded first, "It's necessary to have a knife for self-defense. Your previous knife was too dull. This knife can generally cut through anything unless made of special materials. My woman deserves only the best to match her."
It was also a way to express his feelings.
He just wanted to give her the best things in the world.
"Take it and see if it suits your hand."
Aurelia Shaw took it, her fingertip inadvertently sliding across his palm, making his heart tremble lightly. He clenched his hand into a fist and placed it behind his back, the place she touched burning hot.
Mason Nightshade's expression remained unchanged.
Aurelia Shaw carefully examined the knife in her hand. It was indeed a fine knife, feeling just right in her grip, likely made to fit the shape of her hand.
She recalled the first time she used a knife in front of Mason Nightshade… Could it be that he had someone make this knife back then?
The blade was cool, the touch icy. Aurelia Shaw's fingers gently brushed the blade, and immediately a long thin cut appeared on her fingertip, with Blood Pearl seeping through the skin.
"The blade is very sharp. Be careful when using it, and also control your strength," Mason Nightshade said, holding a band-aid and taking her hand to apply it, not releasing it immediately, squeezing her soft delicate palm.
He slightly furrowed his brows.
"Too tender."
Aurelia Shaw was about to pull back when she heard this, her gaze shifting to him.
"The fingers are too tender, not suited for holding a knife, easy to get cut," he said.
Aurelia Shaw discreetly withdrew her hand, looking at her slender, pale fingers, and her tone was calm, "In a few days, I will join the film crew, Amelina Collins has beautiful fingers, artists prioritize finger care, and it's impossible to let calluses form on the hands."
"Then after your filming, I will personally train you," Mason Nightshade said.
Aurelia Shaw raised her eyebrows, "Does Commander Nightshade really take me for one of his soldiers?"
"I've already retired, no more commanders. I'm a husband training his wife," Mason Nightshade said, his thin lips lifting slightly, forming a pleasant arc.
He also opened the drawer of the large table, took out a delicate knife sheath, and took the knife from Aurelia Shaw's hand, placing it into the sheath.
"This way, it's not easy to cut your hand."
Aurelia Shaw took the knife Mason Nightshade handed back to her, not shying away, lifting her skirt to tie the knife in its usual place.
Mason Nightshade's intense and burning gaze was fixed on her, and her eyelashes quivered slightly, her face blushing. He knew she wasn't deliberately avoiding modesty, nor trying to seduce him; it was probably the alcohol. The girl had no concept of the difference between men and women in her mind.
It seems she really shouldn't drink outside in the future.