CHAPTER 465: CHAPTER 465: MASON NIGHTSHADE HAD A MIDNIGHT MELTDOWN

Shaw Family.

A military vehicle was parked by the roadside.

Grayson Quinn had his legs propped up on the steering wheel, yawning sleepily, "Mason, if you’re thinking about your wife, just think about her. I’ve just finished my mission and haven’t had a chance to rest, yet you drag me here to show off your affection. Isn’t that a bit much?"

"Shut up." Mason Nightshade murmured from his throat, his eyes focused intensely on the black window on the second floor, his gaze burning, holding nothing else within the darkness.

Why did he agree to ride in the same car with him?

Grayson Quinn regretted it terribly.

Three hours later, Grayson woke up from a nap, his body aching all over. Sleeping in the car is never comfortable! Couldn’t stretch out his legs and feet.

He glanced at Mason, whose legs were also propped up in front, clearly unable to stretch out.

Knees bent, arms crossed over his chest.

Still staring in the same direction, who knows how long he’s been doing that.

"Mason, don’t your eyes hurt?" Grayson asked with concern.

Being able to stare in the same direction for so long... Could this be a skill Mason honed while on stakeouts? Now he’s using it to chase after his wife?

Grayson learned a thing or two about applying skills practically.

"You’ll understand when you have a wife." Mason said casually, looking at the dark window, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Even if he couldn’t see her, he knew she was inside there.

Just within his sight, within a few steps’ reach, it gave him a sense of calm.

Only heaven knows what he went through without her those years.

Hence, he absolutely couldn’t lose her again.

Even if she wanted to leave him, Mason had no intention of letting go, especially now that she’s gradually accepting him.

Though she’s unaware that he’s also been reborn.

"You go ahead and wait." Grayson opened the car door, walking along the roadside, took out his phone, dialed a number, "Little Canaan, come pick me up. Your boss is acting crazy again, spying at someone’s doorstep in the middle of the night. Sick!"

Looking back, he glanced.

The man in the pitch-black car hadn’t noticed Grayson talking smack behind his back. Letting out a breath, he continued speaking to the person on the phone in a voice soft enough to give one goosebumps.

"If you don’t come soon, I’m going to freeze. I’m the type to hold grudges, if someone makes me freeze, I can find ways to make them sleepless all night..."

Until four in the morning, when the Shaw family servants started waking up, the military vehicle parked by the roadside finally drove away.

Uncle Liu opened the door, watching the departing car, puzzled: Why was there still a car here this early in the morning? It’s so odd.

Maybe it’s just some car passing by.

Uncle Liu didn’t think much of it.

Early in the morning, Aurelia yawned and got up, her eyes not yet open, as a timid voice sounded, "Sis... Sister..."

She didn’t need to open her eyes to know who was speaking.

It was her sister who was all about putting on an act.

Sigh, how can she not get tired of performing every day at home?

Aurelia’s peach blossom eyes squinted slightly, opening a slit, lazily stretching her body, responding with a voice from her throat, "Mm."

Then she headed downstairs.

Jovana watched her figure descending the stairs, fiercely clenching her fists, wishing desperately to push her down from behind.

Mm, what? That demeanor clearly shows she doesn’t want to deal with her.

Damn Aurelia, one day she would trample her underfoot, letting her know who the true eldest daughter of the Shaw Family is.

"It’s strange. Early this morning, why was there a green car parked outside the door?"

Aurelia overheard Uncle Liu’s mutterings. Her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a frigid glint deep in her gaze.