Viscount Zhou clenched his fist, wondering why Mason Nightshade was looking at him like he was staring at some spoiled rich kid. Damn it!
"She's divorcing you!" Viscount Zhou didn't know why he blurted out those words, perhaps because he felt at a disadvantage and found a justifiable reason.
Mason Nightshade squinted his eyes, a trace of danger flickering in his deep gaze, "So what?"
Viscount Zhou clenched his fist again, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
"I told you, I will not divorce, nor will I let her divorce," Mason said. "If you truly care about her, stay out of our affairs."
Aurelia Shaw had no idea what Mason Nightshade would say to Viscount Zhou outside. As soon as the door shut, she let out a breath of relief, hastily got out of bed to find some clothes to put on, not noticing the red marks from bites on her neck.
