"Mason, are you going to defend her?" Cymbeline Jennings couldn't believe her eyes were wide open.
Wasn't it said that Mason didn't like his newly married wife at all?
"Eleanor, talking is one thing, but taking action makes you quite disrespectful." Mason's tone was calm, yet the calmness carried a chill that crept up the back of the neck, his profound gaze bringing a strong sense of oppression.
"You mentioned family discipline." He curled his lips into a smile, "She is my wife now. If we speak of family discipline, it should be up to me to teach her. Eleanor, do you have any objections to how I discipline my wife?"
Cymbeline found herself momentarily speechless, feeling as if her body was frozen in place. The oppressive presence from Mason was too overwhelming for her as a mere woman to withstand.
Moreover, Aurelia noticed that Mason didn't hide his hostility in the least. Even her husband, Steele Spencer, standing in front of Mason, couldn't maintain composure, let alone her.
