Aurelia Shaw rinsed up simply and went downstairs. Sounds came from the kitchen, and sure enough, she saw Mason Nightshade. Despite his height over six feet, he wore an apron, holding a spatula, yet it couldn't hide his elegance and handsomeness.
Some people's aura is truly innate.
Some cannot appear noble even in high-end suits.
While there are those whose unparalleled aura can't be concealed even in the plainest clothes.
Mason Nightshade was the latter at the moment.
Even wearing an apron, he didn't look like a "cook," but the utensils in his hands seemed to elevate a level of sophistication.
"Go wash your hands." It was as if Mason had eyes on his back.
The breakfast was simple but very appetizing.
Aurelia hadn't had the porridge cooked by Mason for a long time. At this moment, taking a sip brought a sense of nostalgia, her eyes lowered slightly, her long lashes covering the emotions in her eyes.
A hand reached over to lift her chin.
