Shaw Family.
A military vehicle was parked by the roadside.
Grayson Quinn had his legs propped up on the steering wheel, yawning sleepily, "Mason, if you're thinking about your wife, just think about her. I've just finished my mission and haven't had a chance to rest, yet you drag me here to show off your affection. Isn't that a bit much?"
"Shut up." Mason Nightshade murmured from his throat, his eyes focused intensely on the black window on the second floor, his gaze burning, holding nothing else within the darkness.
Why did he agree to ride in the same car with him?
Grayson Quinn regretted it terribly.
Three hours later, Grayson woke up from a nap, his body aching all over. Sleeping in the car is never comfortable! Couldn't stretch out his legs and feet.
He glanced at Mason, whose legs were also propped up in front, clearly unable to stretch out.
Knees bent, arms crossed over his chest.
Still staring in the same direction, who knows how long he's been doing that.
