"I heard Eleanor Spencer is joining the cast tomorrow?" Mason Nightshade was still lost in his thoughts when he heard the clear voice. His gaze fell on her, looking down from an angle that made one want to bully her. His throat rolled, his voice deep and husky, "How do you know?" He had only received the report from Gustavo Yates on his way back. He didn't expect Eleanor Spencer to really win over the old CEO of Zhensheng. In the past life, she used such methods to rise up. The child in her belly was probably conceived back then. Although she hasn't reached that point yet, he merely sped up the process for her. Aurelia Shaw didn't respond but raised an eyebrow at him, with a mocking smile, "Are you really willing to let your little beauty fall into a den of wolves? Not to mention the people we saw that night. Although Arthur Mill reprensented a big name and his films were box office hits, he was infamous for buying votes and playing with actresses in the crew. His reputation in the industry has long been tarnished. Letting your little beauty act in his film, aren't you afraid she won't return chaste?" Mason Nightshade grabbed her chin, lifting it, "What does her business have to do with me? I don't care who she's with or how she climbs up, that's her choice." Aurelia Shaw looked at the man's handsome face so close to hers and chuckled softly. "Mason Nightshade, you really have no heart," she said. "I don't have a heart." He laughed coldly, his black and deep eyes filled with sorrow, "Aurelia, who truly doesn't have a heart?" "Why do you treat me ? Tell me, what exactly have I done to dissatisfy you?" Mason Nightshade murmured lowly, his thin lips slowly approaching hers, the fruity aroma of the wine entwining their breaths. It seemed as if he was asking her, yet also asking himself. Loving her, he had never regretted it! However, the thing that pained him the most wasn't her indifference, but the fear that one day, she would truly leave him, fearing that he would never again hold her hand or touch her. Just the thought of such a possibility pricked his heart. His large hand suddenly cradled the back of her head, giving her no time to react, pressing down for a forceful kiss! The sweet taste of wine. As Mason Nightshade was about to deepen the kiss, a sudden sound erupted from Aurelia Shaw's stomach. Aurelia Shaw's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Didn't you just eat?" Mason Nightshade lowered his head to ask her, his warm breath sweeping over her face as he spoke. Latest content publıshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Aurelia Shaw's eyes were tinged with drunkenness. She lifted her chin, her eyes carrying a hint of symbolic arrogance, "Can't my digestive system work quickly?" Drunk yet still so willful and arrogant. Mason Nightshade let out a helpless low laugh. "I'll carry you downstairs to eat something." Mason Nightshade lifted Aurelia Shaw, holding her like a koala bear, and with a large hand supporting her butt, he took full advantage while she was drunk. Taking steps, he walked downstairs. Aurelia Shaw, dizzy and confused, clung to Mason Nightshade's shoulder, her head spinning, unable to tell north from south, her beautiful eyes drooping, with her lips sheened with a rosy luster, as if still unaware she was being taken advantage of. Mason Nightshade placed her on the sofa. He turned and headed to the kitchen, remembered something, and came back. Looking at her with concern, "Don't wander off, understand?" The slightly drunk Aurelia Shaw seemed to know Mason Nightshade was going to make her something to eat, and for once, obediently nodded vigorously twice. She hugged a pillow from the sofa, leaning it at an angle, half-awake and ready to sleep.