Mason Nightshade exhaled deeply.
He wasn't sure whether he should feel fortunate or otherwise.
"Luckily, you don't remember."
He murmured softly, gazing at her peacefully sleeping face. As his own drowsiness crept in, he wrapped her, blankets and all, in his arms, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
At five o'clock, he woke up, worried about waking Aurelia, he tiptoed out of bed, glanced at her once, and turned to leave the room.
Mrs. Rong saw Mason Nightshade coming out of Aurelia's room and was momentarily surprised, then called out, "Young Master."
Mason nodded, instructing Mrs. Rong, "Her stomach isn't well. Make her some porridge when she wakes up, there's no need to make breakfast for me, I won't be having breakfast at home today."
"Yes." Mrs. Rong watched Mason descend the stairs, his figure appearing somewhat heavy and weary, and she sighed inwardly.
Young Master spent another night in the Young Madam's room?
