Mason Nightshade glanced at her indifferently, and said without much emotion, "Blocking a knife for my own woman, what reason do I need?"
Aurelia Shaw scoffed, curling her lips. She didn't expect Mason Nightshade to tell the truth. Woman? Ha! It must have been his soldier's instinct at the time that made him act reflexively without seeing who he was saving. If he had known it was her, he would probably wish her face had been scarred so he'd have a reason to never come home again, to never have to face the sight of her that sickened him.
Mason Nightshade furrowed his brow slightly, glancing at the slender, pale hand holding the tweezers. The way she applied the medicine was so rough. Back when he was in the military, even the rough guys who helped him with medication were gentler than this. Did he somehow misunderstand his wife before?
"Wife, you should take on action roles in the future," Mason said in all seriousness.
