Mason Nightshade was still in his work pose, leaning over the desk with one hand on the table, his intense gaze deeply fixed on her, his black pupils reflecting her delicate figure.
A husky, low "hmm" came from his throat.
"I thought you were waiting for me to kiss you."
Who's waiting for you to kiss me!
How can a man's skin be so thick?
Aurelia Shaw thought of saying.
But before she could speak, Mason Nightshade reclined back into his chair, his deep eyes holding her, a playful smile curling his lips, "Since that's not the case, stop staring at me, otherwise it might easily make me misunderstand that you're deliberately giving me an opportunity to kiss you."
In his eyes, there was clearly a sense of smugness.
Aurelia Shaw had never seen a man with such thick skin!
"Mason Nightshade, is your face made of city walls? Thick enough to be used as bricks."
"I'll take that as a compliment from my wife," Mason replied nonchalantly.
