Mason Nightshade gripped Aurelia Shaw's wrist tightly, leaving a red mark on her pale skin.
Mason's fingers trembled as his sharp eyes fixated on Aurelia, dark and deep, "Since you're going to use me, don't say you're giving up so easily. There's still more you can use me for.
Whether it's the old Aurelia or the current Aurelia, you're the only Aurelia I want. To me, there's no difference between the two.
Wait for me here, yeah? I'll get you out. Don't worry about Adrian Cooper's terms; I can clear your name."
Aurelia peeled his fingers off one by one.
"No need."
Aurelia left for a long time, and Mason's hand stayed frozen in the air, still in the motion of gripping her wrist. After a while, his stiff fingers clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hand, squeezing until his finger bones ached, yet he seemed unaware of the pain.
After leaving the hospital, Mason got into the car.
