"Bella, are you... not angry with me?"
Mason's voice was deep, tinged with undeniable tension.
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to her, but he was afraid this little creature would ignore him...
Bella looked at him, her heart filled with grievance. She wanted to question, to accuse, but in the end, it all turned into a deep longing for the man.
Seeing Bella suddenly collapse into his arms, Mason's body stiffened, not daring to move.
"Bella..."
He called her name, but didn't know what to say.
Bella buried her face in Mason's embrace, breathing in that pleasing, familiar scent that inexplicably reassured her.
Angry?
Of course she was angry. Anyone in this situation would be angry, right?
But she couldn't bear it, she couldn't bear to be angry with him!
This man who endlessly tolerated her without reason, how could she bear to be angry with him...
"Yeah, just now when you ignored me, I was a little bit angry." The girl murmured.
