"Keeping locked up like this is no use. If you play too hard, there's no game left afterward." Aurelia Shaw said lightly.
Gustavo Yates: "..."
He didn't hear it, he didn't hear anything.
Speaking of which... Boss, Young Madam spoiling like this, is it really okay? After all, you're a retired Major General. If you keep pampering your wife like this, the President might just lose his mind.
In his heart, he silently lit a candle for His Excellency the President.
After breakfast, Aurelia Shaw planned to leave, went upstairs to get her things, and was suddenly pulled back and pressed against the door. Mason Nightshade's breath fell upon her.
"Move your stuff back, hmm?"
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow.
Mason Nightshade stared at her crimson lips, his throat bobbing, his gaze darkening for a second before he restrained himself from kissing her forcefully.
