The inner agitation was instantly soothed, Aurelia Shaw's emotions somewhat calmed down, but the sharpness at the corner of her eyes remained, and the hostility in her eyes had not dissipated.

Uncle Zhao had never seen Aurelia like this before, and he was a bit frightened.

He also worried about what she might do, based on what she had just said.

"Young master, is Miss Shaw okay?"

From Mason Nightshade's earlier words, Uncle Zhao recognized that the handsome and elegant man before him was the young master from years ago.

But what Uncle Zhao saw was intimidating.

Because the young master's face was very clouded and unpleasant.

Aurelia was led to Mason's car by him. He circled to the driver's seat, got in, glanced at her, leaned down, and fastened her seatbelt.

The man's crisp scent came over closely, carrying a faint lemon aroma. Aurelia was stunned, staring blankly at him, and unknowingly, her restless mood had completely settled down.

Otherwise, in that state just moments ago, she wouldn't have known what she might do to Jovana Shaw.

Ha, maybe she would have immediately killed her.

Then ended up in jail, spending the rest of her life there.

Mason stopping her was the right thing to do.

"Thank you," Aurelia said softly, closing her eyes.

After a while, when Mason looked at Aurelia again, he found her with eyes closed, head tilted against the glass, breathing quietly, seeming asleep yet somehow not.

Mason turned on the stereo, playing a gentle piece of music.

Aurelia didn't mention the destination, and Mason didn't ask either.

She thought he would immediately take her to the Shaw Family, to help her vent her anger, but unexpectedly, he brought her back to Cloud Pavilion Garden.

When the car stopped, Aurelia opened her eyes.

In her daze, Mason had already gotten out of the car, opened the passenger door, leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt, and slipped his arm under her knees to lift her, striding towards the building.

The apartment Auricle rented was not a standalone building, there were many other residents coming and going. It was afternoon, just the end of the workday, and the people passing by were all observing the coolly dressed man holding a woman in his arms.

Aurelia was accustomed to the gaze of people, but under such circumstances, she felt a bit embarrassed and somewhat ashamed.

Burying her head into Mason's arm, she murmured softly, "Mason, I can walk myself…"

"Hmm," Mason replied softly, as if he didn't understand what she meant, paused for a moment, and then said, "You're in a bad mood."

What does one's mood have to do with whether they walk themselves or not!

Once inside the door, Mason didn't put Aurelia down but placed her on the sofa, kneeling down to cradle her foot and remove her high heels.

Seeing her reddened heel, he hesitated and instinctively wanted to massage it for her.

But Aurelia dodged and tucked it under her leg.

Mason glanced at her, his eyes unexpectedly carrying a hint of grievance. He stood up, placed the high heels on the shoe rack, and looked back at her.

She was curled up on the sofa, her back arched, hugging a pillow.

Mason suddenly felt a pinch of heartache.

Today, her mood seemed particularly unsettled.

He walked over, ruffled her hair, worried she might misunderstand him, and proactively explained, "I didn't mean to stop you today, if I'd let you rush over like that, something would have happened."

"I know," Aurelia replied softly.

She was grateful to Mason for stopping her in time and bringing her back.

"Have you calmed down?"

Mason heard her voice bearing a calm and cool undertone.