Aurelia Shaw opened the insulated box, the fragrant smell wafting out; she didn't expect Jovana Shaw's cooking skills to be quite good.

She served herself a bowl.

When Aunt Rong came back, she saw Aurelia holding a bowl of chicken soup and drinking it, she asked worriedly, "Young Madam, aren't you afraid she put something else in the soup?"

Perhaps guilty of doing something wrong, thinking about the seasoning she added to Jovana Shaw's tea, she couldn't help but think again about this chicken soup.

Aurelia chuckled, "What's there to be afraid of? The soup isn't for me to drink. She was just hoping that Mason Nightshade would find her chicken soup delicious and continue letting her bring it. Things like ginseng supplements might be added, but she wouldn't dare put seasonings in it."

Aunt Rong thought about it and agreed, but then remembered what the Young Madam had said earlier and felt unjust for her, "Since you know what she's up to, why do you still let her bring soup to the young master?"

"It's Mason Nightshade who's being harassed, why should I bother cutting off these troublesome ties for him? Anyway, he's the one who will get annoyed by the disturbances later, not me. Besides..." Aurelia smiled slightly, taking a sip of the hot soup, "There's free soup to drink and free labor to use, so there's no reason to shut her out. Since she loves making soup so much, let her do it."

Aunt Rong initially thought the Young Madam was kind-hearted and easily deceived, but now it seemed her worries were unnecessary. The Young Madam is actually a crafty fox who, whoever dares to provoke her, won't let them off easily without teaching them a lesson.

Jovana Shaw probably hasn't realized yet that when she does, she'll regret that the soup she worked so hard to make has ended up all in the Young Madam's stomach.

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Mason Nightshade came home at two in the morning.

The living room lights were on, Mason took off his coat, loosened the tie around his neck, and casually draped it over his arm. Seeing Aunt Rong coming over, he asked softly, "Where is she?"

Whenever Mason talks about Aurelia, there seems to be an unintended hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Young Madam went to bed at 10 o'clock, I've been up to check, slept quite well, this time didn't kick off the quilt." Aunt Rong took the clothes from Mason's hand and neatly folded them.

Thinking of something, she asked, "Oh right, young master, have you eaten? There is chicken soup in the kitchen, shall I heat it up for you?"

"Why is there chicken soup?" Mason frowned and asked.

Aurelia isn't fond of eating greasy things, and he's not much into meat, so such dishes are rarely made at home.

Mason remembered something.

Sure enough, Aunt Rong said, "It's brought by the second miss from the Shaw Family, said it was for you."

Aunt Rong glanced at Mason and added the rest.

Mason knew what she wanted to say, so he asked, "Did she eat?"

"She" referred to Aurelia.

"The Young Madam drank the chicken soup tonight, and I cooked a meal; Young Madam ate quite a lot."

Mason nodded, she has been having a good appetite lately, so he wasn't worried.

But...

Should he be happy or not? Even he didn't know.

Because she proposed divorce, he had no appetite for food all day, burying himself in work without a second of relaxation. He didn't dare look at his phone or check emails, afraid that the package his assistant handed him would contain the divorce agreement that she might send that way.

He wanted to know what she was up to all day but didn't dare to call her, only dared to call the home phone to ask the servants.