Mason Nightshade thought again of her beating Henry Fletcher, furrowing his brows and grabbing her wrist to pull her into his embrace, "From now on, don't do such dangerous things again. Henry Fletcher is very proud. You embarrassed him in front of so many people, he will definitely find ways to get revenge in the future."
"Don't have any contact with him alone," Mason Nightshade advised Aurelia Shaw.
He realized he hadn't managed to pull Aurelia Shaw.
Aurelia Shaw's hands were braced on the sides of the wheelchair. She looked down at Mason Nightshade, her bright, almond-shaped eyes shining, and her gaze unwavering and unyielding, she said:
"Before your injury is fully healed, don't casually hold me anymore, did you hear?"
Mason Nightshade sighed.
Aurelia Shaw reached out with a spoon to Mason Nightshade's mouth, "Be good, open your mouth, ah—"
Mason Nightshade: "..."
This truly was one of his most undignified meals.
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