Aurelia Shaw returned to her room, hesitated for a moment, and then placed a chair against the door to prevent her sleepwalking from happening again. She also suspected that someone might have entered her room recently.
In short, these measures had to be in place for double prevention and also to guard against a certain wolf in the house!
After finishing these tasks, Aurelia took a bath and then lay down to sleep.
Having had a bit to drink, she slept particularly soundly, and didn't hear the faint sounds outside the door.
The noise outside continued for a while before it stopped, as if realizing something was blocking the door. After a moment, a figure jumped onto the window, moved skillfully, and actually managed to push open the glass.
Mason Nightshade leaned in, leaped inside, and closed the window tightly again, then strolled over to the bedside.
Half of her face was rosy, nestled in the quilt, and having drunk, she was unusually well-behaved and didn't kick off the covers.
As usual, Mason lifted the quilt and lay down, pulling her into his arms.
Whether she had already adapted, or maybe she was just overly obedient from the alcohol, Aurelia not only didn't dodge or resist but instead snuggled into his embrace, finding herself a comfortable position.
She wrapped her legs and feet around him, treating him like a big heater, and snuggled close.
Mason's lips curved into a smile, his eyes rippling with a different kind of emotion.
He held her more tightly in his arms.
The scent on her body filled his chest cavity completely.
He exhaled a sigh.
Tick-tock, tick-tock—
Time passed second by second, and the night grew deeper.
But Mason was not sleeping peacefully; he opened his eyes every minute to look at the woman in his arms. Seeing she hadn't moved at all, he frowned in disappointment.
Not sleepwalking tonight?
A feeling of inexplicable loss filled Mason's heart.
After a moment of contemplation, he reached for his phone, "Grayson Quinn, isn't sleepwalking supposed to happen every night?"
Grayson, half-asleep, responded with an "Ah?" and asked, "Mason, what are you up to in the middle of the night?"
He couldn't understand how someone whose wife was divorcing him was having such an exciting nightlife every night, despite being in the midst of a marriage crisis.
It had been a long time since he himself had been with a woman.
Thinking about this, Grayson felt empty! Lonely! He wanted someone to chat with about poetry and philosophy of life.
"Just answer my question."
"It depends on the severity of the condition, and it varies from patient to patient. Some will sleepwalk every night, but others will not..."
"Then how can I make her sleepwalk?" Mason interrupted Grayson's words.
Grayson was momentarily stunned but quickly realized what Mason wanted to do, expressing strong disdain and condemnation, "Mason, your behavior is taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable position. It's immoral and shameful! You're trying to take advantage of your wife while she's ill. I'm going to report you to her! Righteousness demands it! I will uphold justice!"
"Your mouth is so idle, do you need me to sew it shut for you?" Mason's voice sounded ominously.
Grayson shivered fiercely.
He wisely kept quiet.
"It's not that there aren't ways. For example, you might see what can trigger her, use these things to stimulate her nerves, let her suppress her emotions, and when these emotions accumulate to a certain level, they might explode, manifesting through sleepwalking as a release."
After Grayson finished speaking, he could feel a chill emanating through the phone.
"I was joking, you don't really have to do that. Sleepwalking is related to the patient's mood and doesn't always happen... Hey? Hey? Mason? Are you still there? Mason? Damn! He actually hung up!"