Aurelia Shaw didn't notice the tension in Mason Nightshade's jawline and said calmly, "There's only that one way. I don't like being in a passive position. Although jumping out of the car is dangerous, the survival rate is higher."

When she was in that situation at the time, she was afraid. But after surviving the ordeal and looking back, it didn't seem like much.

Mason's breath hitched as he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have any idea how heavy the traffic was at the time? If you had chosen to jump out of the car, your survival rate would have been lower than if you had simply stayed in the car and buckled up."

Aurelia's brows furrowed slightly, and her captivating eyes looked at him. Her gaze caught the concern on his face, and she hesitated for a moment, letting out a sigh. "At that time, I had no choice."

She said, "Rather than entrusting my life to chance, I prefer to fight for a way out myself. To you, buckling up and staying obediently in the car to avoid major injuries might seem like the better option, but for me, it wasn't."

"I hate being in a passive position. Even if I have to die, I don't want to wait passively like that."

Mason's eyes flickered, and his heart ached with each beat. He wanted to ruffle her hair to comfort her but ended up just clenching his fingers into a fist, forcefully suppressing that thought.

She had changed, become stronger, but smiled less. Her forced bravery made one's heart ache.

Sigh, what should he do with her?

Mason chuckled helplessly in his heart.

At this point, he almost wished she remembered nothing at all.

The topic shifted, and he said, "How about treating me to dinner?"

"What?" Aurelia couldn't keep up with Mason's train of thought.

Weren't they just discussing the car accident a moment ago? How did it suddenly turn to dining?

Mason looked down at his watch, his voice low and smooth, "I saved you. As a thank you, a meal isn't too much to ask, right?"

"Not at all!" Aurelia agreed immediately, turning on her heel and stepping briskly into the elevator.

Mason stared at her slightly slender back, his brow furrowing suspiciously.

Hmm? Why did she agree so quickly this time?

What scheme is she up to now?

A sly smile crept onto his lips as he strode forward.

As he stepped into the elevator, Aurelia pressed the button, silently thinking: It's better to treat him to a meal than have him hold this favor over her for some other request.

They chose to eat at Zaiji. Aurelia ordered a large spread of dishes, looked up at him, and casually handed him the menu, "See if there's something you want to eat."

Mason took the menu but didn't look at it, handing it directly to the waiter instead.

"Bring what she ordered."

"Alright, please wait a moment," the waiter replied with a flushed face and left.

Isn't that Mr. Nightshade? The woman is Aurelia Shaw, right? Didn't they get divorced? Why are they having dinner together?

Could there be some gossip here?

Unfortunately, the staff at Zaiji were professionally trained and wouldn't leak any explosive gossip or information, as the consequences were beyond their ability to bear.

"Aren't you not fond of spicy food?" Mason asked as he unwrapped the utensils, giving her a teasing glance.

Earlier, she ordered fish head with chopped chili, medium spicy, so doesn't she like spicy food?

A knowing smile flashed in Mason's eyes.

"Tastes change," Aurelia raised her eyebrows, her sharp gaze showing no sign of nervousness on her beautiful face.

Mason couldn't help but smile indulgently, his pleasant laughter quietly escaping from his throat, his dark eyes shining under the light, deep as if decorated with the deep sea.