He can wait for her, be ambiguous, endure her hot-and-cold behavior.
But now.
There is a chance to change this situation, how can he hold back?
Mason Nightshade looked into Aurelia Shaw's eyes, his long narrow, profound dark eyes captured her, refusing to let her go, persistently wanting to know the answer, with his pupils focused only on her.
Aurelia Shaw's lips moved slightly, she opened her mouth, just about to say the answer, when a very light but distinctly mischievous coughing sound suddenly rang out.
"Cough, cough!" Grayson Quinn pressed his lips, leaning against the opposite car, his hands in his pants pockets, his face like a charming demon, eyebrows arched, eyes darting around.
He whistled loudly, who knows what he was implying.
Mason Nightshade's face darkened as he glared at Grayson Quinn, "How long have you been here?"
"Not long," Grayson Quinn dodged the question, touched the tip of his nose.
