CHAPTER 396: CHAPTER 396: HE’S JEALOUS 3

Aurelia Shaw smiled but didn’t engage in conversation.

She knew Victoria Blake was deliberately teasing her.

Victoria sighed, feeling bored. Her younger brother was already cool and smart enough, yet he found a wife with a similar personality?

"Why is your last name Blake?" After a moment of silence between them, Aurelia suddenly asked.

"I changed it," Victoria said casually. "I travel between countries for work often, sometimes spending more time abroad than at home. Plus, I needed a pseudonym for art exhibitions, so I just changed my name altogether."

She hadn’t told the whole truth, and Aurelia silently made that assessment in her mind, but she wasn’t interested in others’ private matters.

Mason Nightshade returned with a plate of sliced fruits. Victoria reached out to take some, but he dodged her hand and placed them in front of Aurelia, spearing a piece of fruit with a fork and offering it to her mouth.

Aurelia furrowed her brows in confusion, looking at him but didn’t open her mouth.

"You said you wanted to eat fruit," Mason explained.

"I didn’t say I wanted to eat," Aurelia leaned back, raising her eyebrows. Her eyes were almost brimming with mischief, but Mason didn’t get upset with her; he pushed the fruit towards Victoria instead.

"You eat it."

"..." Could you be any more obviously biased?

Just now, when I wanted some fruit, you didn’t give it to me. Now your wife says she doesn’t want it, and you push it towards me. Am I the trash bin of your house, responsible for dealing with your wife’s leftovers?

Victoria realized that her brother, whom she raised, truly favored outsiders, despite how well she treated him when he was young.

In the evening, they left Victoria’s residence.

Aurelia squinted her eyes, resting for a while. When she opened them, she noticed the car wasn’t heading towards the old house. "Where are we going?"

"I’m taking you somewhere first," Mason said, hearing her distinctly lazy voice. His throat rolled as he glanced towards the west, "This timing is perfect."

The car stopped at a mountainside.

Mason and Aurelia got out of the car.

Mason held Aurelia’s hand as they walked up the steps. She hesitated, looking at his broad back, her fingers twitching but unable to pull away. She didn’t notice she was using less force than usual, pondering: Is his injury healed? Climbing such a mountain, how does this man never care about his body?

Along the high steps, they reached a pavilion on the mountain. From this vantage point, the western sky was ablaze with red light, the beautiful hues coloring half the heavens like a magnificent ink painting.

She was stunned.

Standing before nature, one often realizes how insignificant they are, and the frustrations in their heart seem insignificant, slowly dissipating within their chest.

Aurelia turned her gaze towards Mason. His handsome face was bathed in the glow of the sunset, and his tall figure cast a long shadow on the ground. His stature was straight and long, his broad hand easily enveloping hers, holding it tightly. It truly gave her a sense of security.

Just being by her side provided a feeling that made one want to cuddle.

Back then, in M Nation, when she was lonely and without a familiar acquaintance, it was this sense of reliance from him that attracted her.

Mason turned his head, meeting Aurelia’s complicated gaze. The unusual color in her eyes was already erased, and he fixedly stared into her eyes without blinking. Her eyes clearly reflected his image, giving him the feeling that there was only him in her eyes.

Suddenly!

Mason bowed his head and kissed her lips.