Is that so?
So that's how it is.
Aurelia's eyelids drooped as she felt herself getting sleepier and sleepier.
After she fell asleep, Mason Nightshade got up to deal with his wounds. Afraid she couldn't stand the smell of disinfectant, he skip disinfecting altogether and just dabbed on some ointment.
Bzzz—Bzzz—
The phone on the bed vibrated.
It was a video call.
Mason glanced at the caller ID, then slid to answer. On the screen appeared the face of a handsome, authoritative man.
It was His Excellency the President, Adrian Cooper.
Adrian caught sight of the person lying on the bed behind him and raised his eyebrows teasingly. "Am I interrupting something?"
"If you know, you'd better take the hint," Mason retorted, giving him no face at all.
At that moment, he was shirtless, the small wounds on his chest plainly visible.
