One person is always the loneliest.
The two of them cuddled together on the not-so-big little bed, Mason held her in his arms, his fingers brushing over her back, gently patting her. "Need me to sing you a lullaby?"
Aurelia rolled her eyes at him. "Do I look like a little kid to you?"
Mason gave her an exaggerated once-over, his gaze suddenly dropping to her chest. "Just look at your body—definitely not."
"..."
Ha, what storm, what getting buried at sea… what sufferings bravely faced together—all gone, poof, vanished.
"Go to sleep, sleep, my dear~ baby~" Even though she didn't answer, Mason still started humming.
Aurelia's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she slowly drifted off.
...
"Knock knock"
Someone knocked on the door.
Mason glanced at Aurelia, tucked her in well, and went out.
Gustavo Yates stood outside the door. "Boss, the ship's gone right into the eye of the storm. The captain and crew can't handle it—you have to come help."
"Got it."
