The man's gaze brushed lightly over the person on the ground, his brow furrowing with disdain, before his eyes returned to Aurelia Shaw, softening considerably, "Honey, are you hurt?"
The scar-faced man lay half-dead on the ground and upon hearing these words, nearly choked on the blood stuck in his throat.
Wife...wife?
So this man is this woman's...
The scar-faced man, who placed his hopes on Mason Nightshade, truly fainted upon hearing these words.
"Don't you have anything to ask?" Aurelia Shaw lifted her bold, almond-shaped eyes, looking towards the man.
Originally, she thought she was the person who understood this man best in her past life, but now she found she really couldn't grasp what he was thinking, completely unable to touch his rules.
