"I just slapped her ten times for you. If you're still not satisfied, I can go back and slap her another ten times?" Mason Nightshade raised an eyebrow.
This man could be even more petty than a woman when he held a grudge.
"So what do you want to do?" Aurelia Shaw said helplessly.
Mason gestured with his eyes at the peeled crayfish in her bowl.
Aurelia immediately understood, picked up a crayfish, and took a bite.
Mason curled his lips in pleasure, continuing to peel crayfish for her, piling up a small mountain on the plate in front of her.
Opposite them, Viscount Zhou was watching this display with irritation, wondering if he was there to make himself suffer. Surely he was—why else would he stick around to let himself be tormented by their affection.
"Bam," the chopsticks dropped on the table, expressing his displeasure.
But the two opposite him paid him no mind at all.
