The housekeeper was trembling with fear and hurriedly took a broom to sweep the glass shards off the floor when she heard the young master say to her, "You can go and rest."
Mason Nightshade said calmly, "Remember, you mustn't say a single word about what happened tonight!"
"That includes Aurelia, understand?"
"Yes, young master." The housekeeper retreated.
Mason Nightshade's wrist was still in Aurelia Shaw's mouth, but he seemed to feel no pain, patiently and gently patting her back.
Soon, the effect of the fever-reducing medicine kicked in.
Aurelia Shaw's eyelids drooped, and her teeth loosened their grip on Mason Nightshade's wrist.
After a while, Mason withdrew his wrist and picked her up.
He placed Aurelia Shaw on the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she slowly opened her eyes and saw a familiar yet blurry figure in front of her.
But she recognized him in an instant.
The man long imprinted on her heart.
