Mason Nightshade didn't hear Aurelia Shaw's answer, and his heart tensed up.

He took two steps to the front of the car, placed her on the hood, and used his slender fingers with a slight callous to pinch her chin, lifting her face to carefully scan it, his brows tightly furrowed.

Aurelia felt much better. She lifted her eyes and saw the crowd drawn by their commotion, gathering around to watch her and Mason.

Her usually radiant face flushed red for a rare moment.

"Mason, let me go!"

"Where does it hurt?" Mason asked tightly, not releasing his grip on her chin, his gaze examining her thoroughly.

Aurelia's face turned even redder, because the onlookers' attention had clearly shifted from mere curiosity to gossip scrutiny.

Fortunately, she still had her sunglasses on her face, or today's incident would have made headline news.

Noticing that Mason was about to take her sunglasses off, Aurelia's heart tightened, and she grasped Mason's hand firmly in hers, shooting him a warning glance, "Don't mess around! We're on the street."

Mason couldn't see her eyes under the sunglasses and, feeling the softness of her fingers holding his hand, his heart couldn't help but accelerate.

He stood there dazed, doing nothing, just keeping his eyes fixed on her.

She... held his hand.

Her hand was so soft, almost like jelly.

Mason resisted the urge to give a slight squeeze, fearing he'd scare her away, and obediently stayed in place at her words.

His handsome face remained tense, his eyes darkly focused on Aurelia.

The bystanders, noticing this, shivered in fear.

They thought: Is this man thinking of hitting this woman? Judging by his car, he's not an ordinary person. Should they help stop the fight if it breaks out?

Clearly, they were overthinking it.

Aurelia knew best what that look in the man's eyes meant.

To be thinking of such things at a time like this—indeed, he's quite the scoundrel!

She raised her eyebrows and subtly kicked the man's leg with her foot.

Mason felt a twitch in his heart.

He enjoyed this kind of little interaction.

"Hmm?" Mason lowered his voice, speaking just loud enough for the two of them to hear, as he leaned his body forward, drawing closer to her.

But he didn't get too close, knowing she was still resisting him.

"Can your car still drive?"

Aurelia looked at Mason's car, which was in about the same condition as hers, with half of its body dented in, leaving only the other half intact.

Mason bent down and picked Aurelia up again, placing her inside his car.

"Wait here for a moment," he said, positioning himself in the doorway, shielding her from the prying stares of onlookers.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Bring a car over right away, I'm at..."

After he finished speaking, he hung up.

Turning back, he bent down to speak to her.

"A car will be here soon. Hold on a bit longer."

"Call the police," Aurelia said calmly. "If I'm not mistaken, someone tampered with my car's brakes."

"Do you have any idea who?" Mason asked.

His face didn't show much change, but his tone turned a few degrees colder.

Daring to make a move on her.

Aurelia shook her head, "I can't be sure, the car belongs to my family, and I'm only using it today by chance. I don't know if the target is me or my dad."

As she said this, Aurelia looked at Mason.

She couldn't be blamed for suspecting him, given past incidents.

But that possibility was quickly dismissed by Aurelia; if it were really him, he wouldn't have come to save her.

And using such a dangerous method.