Maybe this eldest daughter of the Shaw Family isn't as foolish as the rumors say. How did she even know to fight back? What should she do now? What should she do?
"I..." She opened her mouth, just about to speak, when she caught a glimpse of a cold silhouette in the corner of her eye. Her arrogant face immediately turned pitiful as she whimpered, "Don't hit me, I accidentally bumped into you, it's all my fault, I'll pay for your clothes too, please, don't hit me."
Aurelia Shaw squinted her eyes. How sharp was she? She turned around and saw Mason Nightshade standing behind her, his face dark, eyes cold enough to exude chills and murderous intent.
His gaze swept over her collarbone. He walked over, took off his coat, and draped it over her, wrapping her up, "Was the delay because of this?"
"I haven't gone to the bathroom yet," Aurelia said, tilting her head.
"Go ahead first," Mason patted her.
