Upon realizing this, his heart was filled with shock and a sense of lucky relief, but more than anything, panic.
Looking at Aurelia lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her face gradually losing its color, his heart ached painfully as unprecedented panic consumed him.
He was terrified of losing her again.
With trembling hands, he signed the surgical consent form, angrily yelling at the crew staff for not taking good care of her, like a crazed lion, pacing back and forth in the corridor, losing his composure for the first time.
...
Reflecting back on that day's events, Mason Nightshade exhaled.
That day, he was too shocked, too flustered, it took him a long time to calm down and look at the oblivious woman who hadn't gone through anything. He didn't know how to face her.
His heart was full of guilt.
He wanted to get closer, yet was afraid to do so, but couldn't help wanting to be close.
