But now, looking at Mason Nightshade's pitiful face, I suddenly feel a bit sorry for him.
Well, indeed, when has Mason Nightshade ever endured like this for anyone?
Aurelia Shaw suddenly feels a pang of sympathy and just wants to pat his wolf head to comfort him, "Alright, I'll think about it."
Mason Nightshade's lips curl up instantly, "Tomorrow night at eight, you have less than 24 hours to think about it."
He says he's giving her time to consider, but he's already taken out his phone to call Gustavo Yates:
"Is the gown custom-made at Mr. Watson's ready? ... Bring it over to Nightshade Residence tomorrow night."
Aurelia Shaw raises an eyebrow at him, "You planned this all along?"
Knowing she'd soften and agree to his terms.
Could this man have been pretending to be pitiful from the start?
"Yes, it's all planned." Mason Nightshade teased without any reservation towards her.
But then he quickly added: "But no matter how well I plan, I still need your nod, my little kitten."
