Aurelia looked at Mason Nightshade for a while and, as expected, sighed in resignation, then went over to lift her hand towards the buttons on Mason’s collar.

Mason raised an eyebrow high, his lips curling into a smug smile—he hadn’t been this happy even when the company made tens of millions.

"Aurelia, let’s get back together," Mason couldn’t help but say.

Aurelia reminded him flatly, "I’m the one pursuing you."

Mason: "..."

Which part of you looks like you’re pursuing me right now?

"I’ve accepted your pursuit, so let’s get back together." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Aurelia threw the shirt aside and without even looking up, said, "Go take a shower."

Mason’s brows knitted; she was deliberately avoiding the topic. He glanced down at his pants and said, "There’s still the pants."

"Take them off yourself," Aurelia replied coolly; this wolf really thought of her as an ever-complaining maid.

Mason fell silent.

After a long time without any movement from him, Aurelia looked up and found Mason staring intently at her. Aurelia was momentarily dumbfounded, and her gaze involuntarily fell on his chest.

While helping him take off his shirt, Mason had deliberately avoided exposing the injury on his chest, not letting her see it.

It seemed he sensed she was staring at his wound unblinkingly. Mason turned to his side, showing her his uninjured half, his lips still curling up in that ambiguous smile, "All the clothes are off, it’s not missing any..."

Before Mason could finish his sentence, Aurelia’s next action left him stunned.

She squatted down, focused intently on the muscles at his waist, quickly undid his belt, then stood up in an instant and said, "Go take a shower."

So straightforward?

Mason raised his eyebrows, surprised at her compliance for once.

Upon entering the bathroom, Mason found Aurelia following in. He frowned, "Why are you following me in? Don’t tell me you plan to help me shower?"

Originally, Mason was trying to tease her with this remark, but to his surprise, Aurelia "hmm"ed in agreement and nonchalantly added, "Isn’t your chest injured? Can you wash your own back?"

Mason: "..."

How did she manage to say that... with such a straight face?

He had intended to seize the opportunity to tease her and take some advantage, but now Mason felt a bit uneasy.

He sat in the bathtub, while Aurelia rolled up her pant legs, standing behind him.

Damn it! How come he had no resistance at all?

She’s only helping him wash his back,

He didn’t even know how he had survived those years when she persistently clung to him.

Aurelia scrubbed Mason’s back clean, rinsed it off with water, then after finishing, patted Mason’s back, "All done."

Saying that, Aurelia stepped out of the bathtub.

Mason glanced at the bar of soap in the container, wishing he could make it slip under Aurelia’s feet with his eyes. He pretended to accidentally flick some foam onto the floor.

Who would have thought none of it worked on Aurelia.

"Call me when you’re done. If the chest wound gets wet, or if you need anything, just let me know." Aurelia placed all the things Mason might need within his reach and then exited.