The smell of the medicine for small injuries shouldn't be this strong. She remembered that day when he came to rescue her, there seemed to be blood on his face, and his body had a very strong smell of blood. Grayson Quinn seemed to have mentioned that they fell into a trap and encountered an ambush. Was he injured then? Yet he still rushed to save her? "Take off your clothes." Aurelia reached for Mason Nightshade's clothes. Startled, he leaned back, but before he could evade, Aurelia said in a serious tone, "Mason, I have an injury on my hand, do you really want to resist?" Mason's body stiffened, and in the next second he obediently sat there, allowing her to undo his shirt, revealing white bandages covering most of his chest. Aurelia was stunned, pressed her lips tightly together, her fingers hesitated for a moment, then touched his wound. Mason grabbed her hand, "I'm fine, Junia Simpson has already taken care of it." "Why did you do it?" She lowered her eyes, her long and dense lashes hiding the emotions in her eyes. "Aurelia, I'm fine," he said, "Seeing you safe, I'm relieved. If something had really happened to you, I couldn't forgive myself; what use is a healthy body then." "Mason, are you out of your mind!" Suddenly, Aurelia raised her head, her eyes unexpectedly red. Mason froze for a moment, his heart aching at her tear-filled eyes, his grip loosened slightly, then he held her hand even tighter. "I'm really okay," he coaxed gently, "This little wound will heal in a few days, I've had worse before. Do you feel sorry for me? If you do, give me a kiss, and I won't feel any pain." Aurelia pulled her hand back, glaring at him, her eyes swirling with tears she couldn't hold back, biting her lower lip, "Can't you be serious for a second? What if you had died in that explosion? What if, when you came to rescue me, that person had a gun, or his accomplices were there, or there was a bomb in the room? What would you do then!" He suppressed the urge to pull her into his arms, his thumb caressing her delicate fingers, "Why did you suddenly cry instead of when I was in pain, watching you cry makes me feel guilty." "If I can't even protect you, what danger should I worry about? Do you expect me to just stand by and watch you in danger? I can handle all those sudden things, but you can't, I can't let you face them alone." "I'm about to divorce you, why do you still care about me?" Aurelia bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to cry, but the tears were beyond her control, streaming down her little face. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Mason cupped her face, wiping away her tears with his thumb, and this time he didn't use a tough attitude but spoke softly, "Saying this again, whether you divorce me or not, as long as I know you're in danger, I will come to save you." "So, don't be afraid, you have me in the future." The last sentence, he seemed to sigh, as if saying it for her to hear. Aurelia pulled back her hand, covered her head with the quilt, leaving him with just her back. Mason stood still, staring at her, not knowing what he was thinking, a little lost. Let this be his last disgrace. Using her kindness to once again occupy her heart, he decided to keep his rebirth a secret from her forever. A notification popped up on the phone for a Weibo post. Mason refocused, glanced at her phone, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly. Andrew Kennedy abandoned the rumored CP, getting close to a female celebrity with the surname S, [Photo]. He tapped a few times lightly on the phone, easily unlocking it, only to see that Weibo was abuzz with this news, with evidence from Andrew Kennedy's recent repost and comments.