Seeing her like this, Mason Nightshade's anger suddenly dissipated. His broad fingers pressed the spot where her hand was, gently massaging with perfect pressure, naturally wrapping his arm around her shoulder to keep her from falling.
"Still hurts?" Mason asked softly.
If he had known her drinking capacity was this poor, he wouldn't have let her drink fruit wine.
After a few massages from Mason, her head really hurt less, and she sobered up a bit. Aurelia Shaw tried to distance herself slightly, but he pulled her back.
A deep, mellow voice resonated above, "No need to hold back with me. Lean if you want to; I'm your husband." He paused for a moment before adding, "Even if you want a divorce, before it's official, we're still married. You have the right and obligation to enjoy that."
This time, Aurelia didn't push him away.
"With such poor drinking capacity, you're forbidden to drink anymore," Mason continued.
