It was the dead of night, a man and a woman alone in a room, the easiest time for impulsive actions to occur.

Aurelia Shaw had no idea what got into Mason Nightshade; how could he dare to act so recklessly in the middle of the night? He'd been behaving himself in recent days, so why the sudden wildness tonight?

Could it be because of her starting a company?

Although he didn't know the real reason for her starting the company, he had a dangerous intuition, which might explain his actions.

Aurelia Shaw had to admit, sometimes not only women's intuitions are sensitive, but men's are just as much!

The nightgown was pushed up to her waist—

Aurelia's mind sounded the alarm, her eyes widened suddenly, teeth biting Mason Nightshade aimlessly, the taste of blood spreading, yet he showed no sign of retreating. His intense gaze lit up in the darkness, like a beast finally unable to hold back its roar, determined! Absolutely! To consume his prey.

Aurelia's whole body trembled as she frantically pushed him away.

But he firmly grasped her wrist, pinning her down!

A light chuckle escaped his lips.

"Hah, the knife I gave you, how could I not know where you keep it?"

It was unclear whether he was lucid at the moment or not.

His coarse fingers, like currents, reached the place where she hid her knife. He knew she habitually carried a knife but didn't realize she kept it even while sleeping. Was it because her past experiences left her so insecure? Thus, she'd remain on guard at all times, any hint of disturbance alerting her, always keeping a knife within reach.

Mason Nightshade felt a pang of sorrow. If it were in the past, he wouldn't dare touch her, willing to wait until she willingly surrendered herself to him, but now...

He didn't want to wait anymore.

He had waited for so long, exhausted all sorts of methods and tactics. Since genuine affection couldn't win her over, he would have to resort to another way.

Aurelia's legs trembled slightly, her teeth clenched with hatred.

Damn it!

The sound of metal clattering to the floor; she knew it was her knife. This man declared his sovereignty through such means.

The thought sprang to Aurelia's mind, and unexpectedly, a part of her softened, finding herself not as resistant as in her imagination. If this truly was their last reunion, perhaps, why not. Once such a notion emerged, Aurelia's struggling actions dwindled, unable to resist any longer.

Mason Nightshade noticed, and joy surged in his heart almost leaping forth, yet dared not act too hastily, fearing he'd hurt her.

After waiting this long, a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.

He slowed his pace, progressing step by step, waiting patiently for her to adapt to him, to accommodate him.

Aurelia Shaw was taken aback by Mason's sudden whims, longing to devour her earlier, now moving as slowly as an old man; she raised her leg intending to kick him, yet as she lifted it, a sharp pang struck her abdomen, the pain unexpectedly abrupt.

Realizing what it was, Aurelia suddenly pushed Mason away, bouncing off the bed, she hurried into the bathroom.

Mason Nightshade was caught off guard when Aurelia abruptly pushed him, and he fell back onto the bed, his head hitting against the headboard.

Was she pretending to be innocent and waiting for him to lower his guard?

This thought dissipated as he saw her hurriedly rushing into the bathroom.

Suspiciously, he got off the bed, following to check on the situation.

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