She did those kinds of things so many times, and a few times even got caught by Mason, but Mason never bothered to interfere. Couldn't she use her brain a bit? If Mason even considered her a little sister, would he just stand by and watch her do that sort of thing?
She claims to like Mason, but she doesn't even know what kind of person he is. She knows him even less than Young Madam does.
Sometimes, even though Young Madam is cold to Mason, she knows exactly where to strike him. Like the last time they got divorced—Young Madam pinpointed Mason's weakness, right to the heart.
Ahem, well, maybe that metaphor isn't great, but at least it shows Young Madam really understands Mason.
Sometimes knowing and loving someone isn't about just saying it aloud.
Zzz—
The window rolled down.
Aurelia's face appeared behind the glass. She let out an impatient yawn, lazily glanced at Eleanor, and asked Mason, "Are we done yet?"
This little brat.
