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Chapter 1289: Chapter 1289: Baby, Will You Marry Me?

Aurelia Shaw’s voice faded away.

She stared blankly at Mason Nightshade’s chest, which was bandaged securely, with no blood oozing or signs of the wound reopening. Instead, it had been cared for so well that the bindings hadn’t changed at all.

Mason Nightshade laughed softly.

Aurelia Shaw realized belatedly that she’d been fooled and glared at Hartwell Nightshade.

Grayson Quinn spread his hands, "You can’t entirely blame me. You were in the kitchen, and Mason’s eyes were practically glued there. If you didn’t come out sooner, he wasn’t planning to leave me alone."

"So you used me as a shield?" Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow and retorted.

Grayson Quinn smiled widely, "I had no choice. You’re more effective than a shield. You’re Mason’s vulnerability.

You know..."

Grayson Quinn’s voice suddenly lowered.

"If Henry Fletcher finds out about this, will he target you?"

The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit serious. Grayson Quinn wasn’t just saying this casually; he was genuinely concerned about the possibility. Such things weren’t impossible with Henry Fletcher.

"Assign some people to protect Aurelia Shaw," Mason Nightshade said, "and keep an eye on Henry Fletcher."

"Henry Fletcher? What’s going on with him?" Grayson Quinn wasn’t aware of the issues between Henry Fletcher and Aurelia Shaw.

"Last time, Aurelia had a bit of a conflict with Henry Fletcher while trying to help me out." Mason Nightshade said briefly.

Grayson Quinn frowned, "Henry Fletcher isn’t the type to hold a grudge over such a minor issue, is he?"

Aurelia Shaw was taken aback, "Then what kind of issue would make him hold a grudge?"

Grayson Quinn subconsciously glanced at Mason Nightshade, "I don’t know. In my impression, although he seems like a bad person, he’s not that petty."

Aurelia Shaw noticed Grayson Quinn’s glance and looked at Mason Nightshade.

...

Grayson Quinn was called away by something.

Aurelia Shaw’s porridge still wasn’t finished, and after she unbuttoned Mason Nightshade’s shirt, it just stayed open. He didn’t even bother to button it up himself. Aurelia wasn’t generous enough to let her man be ogled by others, so she sighed inwardly and squatted down to button it for him.

Mason Nightshade held her hand, "Are you still mad at me?" his tone coaxing her.

"Do you think I’m mad?" Aurelia Shaw countered with a question, then asked, "Do you think I should be mad about this?"

Mason Nightshade picked her up and cradled her in his arms, his long fingers playing with her hair, "It’s not that I’m refusing your proposal, I just want to do it myself."

"What’s the difference?" Aurelia Shaw frowned, thinking she’d already proposed once. What’s the difference between one or two times?

"Of course, there’s a difference! I should do it, it should be my initiative." Mason Nightshade said decisively.

"I was the one who initiated before."

"So this time, it has to be me!"

"For matters like this, what does it matter who does it?" Aurelia Shaw lay against Mason Nightshade’s neck, her breath against his skin, sighing, "As long as we love each other, who proposes is just a formality. What significance does it have?"

"Of course, it’s significant." Mason Nightshade rubbed the back of Aurelia Shaw’s neck gently and indulgently, his voice low and tender, "These are things a man should do. In the past, I didn’t do them for you, but now I want to do them all. I want to give you what other women have, and what they don’t have.

I want to give you the best, and I can’t bear to let you suffer even the slightest grievance."

"Darling, will you marry me?" Mason Nightshade whispered into Aurelia Shaw’s ear, his cool voice flowing slowly into her ear like a gentle cello, speaking the most beautiful love words.