Aurelia lay half-asleep on Mason Nightshade's shoulder, enjoying the rare privilege of having Mason bathe her.
Once he finished washing her, Mason washed himself, grabbed a towel, tossed it on her head, dried her off, and carried her back to bed.
Holding the woman in his arms, Mason let out a long sigh from his chest.
He had never felt so fulfilled.
As long as this woman was by his side, he felt entirely content, even if he owned nothing, as long as she was there...
This time, it was his mistake, involving her in his risky moves.
He shouldn't have let her get involved with those people.
He still hadn't fully understood their background and didn't know if they posed any danger to her.
"Sigh." Mason sighed. Once there's a weakness, many thoughts emerge, yet he didn't regret acquiring this weakness—he was even happy about it.
Meeting her was the happiest moment in his life.
She made him understand what happiness truly felt like.
