Ursa Miller heard this sentence and thought about the day he got drunk. She was misunderstood by him as deliberately trying to climb into his bed and was harshly humiliated by him.

She bit her lower lip, turned around, and glared at Viscount Zhou, her eyes filled not with timidity, but with anger and fierceness.

"Young Master Zhou, mind your words. Young Madam is drunk now, remember the difference between men and women. I hope you keep a distance from her! If the young master finds out..."

Ursa's voice abruptly cut off, as she recalled that the young master and the young madam were already divorced and had nothing to do with each other anymore.

In her daze, the anger that Viscount Zhou had struggled to suppress all afternoon flared up again. Jealousy took over his mind. He rashly grabbed Ursa's arm and jerked her away, his eyes reddened, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

"Before you say these things to me, think about your own identity, and who helped you with your brother in the hospital!"

Ursa was suddenly shocked.

By the time she regained her senses, she saw Young Master Zhou carrying Young Madam back to the bedroom, the bedroom door slamming shut with a "bang"!

-

Morning.

Aurelia Shaw woke up with her head pounding like it was about to explode. She got off the bed, stepped on something soft beneath her feet, and pressed down firmly, hearing a cry of pain.

Only then did Aurelia open her eyes. Her almond-shaped eyes slightly lifted when she saw the person lying on the floor, "Why are you in my room?"

Viscount Zhou opened his eyes, rubbed his equally aching forehead, and recalled last night's events, looking frustrated, "You puked last night..."

He suddenly stopped, glanced at Aurelia's bewildered face, and his lips curled into a sly grin, "You tell me? Last night you got drunk and clung to me, insisting on giving yourself to me. I couldn't refuse no matter how hard I tried, so I reluctantly agreed... Ah!"

Viscount Zhou's words were cut off halfway, as a foot fiercely stomped on his side. Aurelia's icy voice sounded above him, "Say nonsense again, and I'll cripple you."

"How do you know I'm talking nonsense then?" Viscount Zhou rubbed his waist, lifted his shirt to look, saw a bruise, and thought to himself that this girl had no mercy.

"Whether it happened or not, I know."

Aurelia walked into the bathroom to wash her face, the smell of alcohol all over her. She returned to the room, pulled Viscount Zhou off the floor, and threw him out the door, "I'm going for a bath. After crashing here all night, hurry back and wash up yourself. You're about to suffocate me with your smell."

"Together..." His frivolous remark wasn't even finished before it was forced back by Aurelia's slightly narrowed and sharp gaze. Viscount Zhou swallowed his words, touched his aching waist, and left downtrodden.

Watching Viscount Zhou leave, Aurelia locked the door, took a shower, and felt much refreshed. She changed into comfortable clothes and picked up her phone to find it was turned off.

After powering it on, a slew of text messages popped up, all from the same number.

Aurelia's brow furrowed severely.

What on earth does Mason Nightshade want!

She rubbed her vaguely aching temple, sensing she had gotten into big trouble. What did she do that let this wild wolf out of its cage?

Isn't it normal for someone who's been betrayed to want nothing more than to dispose of the person who betrayed them?

-

Coming out of the bedroom, Ursa had already prepared a meal. Aurelia noticed the deep dark circles under Ursa's eyes and apologized slightly, "Sorry, I got drunk last night and caused you a lot of trouble?"

"No." Faced with Aurelia's sudden apology, Ursa was somewhat flustered, "No, no, you didn't cause me any trouble, it's all what I should be doing."