Aurora Blaine lowered her eyes to look at the man holding her hand.
She doesn't like being threatened, even if it's Maverick Knight.
The atmosphere was heavy.
At the door of the studio, a small figure stood at an unknown time.
Timothy Knight looked up at them, his expression flustered, not knowing what to do.
The little boy leaned against the door frame, his voice very small, "Uncle, Aunt, don't fight..."
He doesn't know what they were talking about, but the atmosphere felt different from usual, and it seemed like Uncle was angry.
With a child present, Aurora Blaine didn't want to say anything too harsh; she didn't want to strain the relationship.
She looked up at the man in front of her; his handsome face was terrifyingly cold, and his deep eyes held an extreme danger, with an ominous aura ready to explode at any moment.
In the past, they always said Maverick Knight was scary.
Now, Aurora felt it.
