I've always known Mason Nightshade was crafty, but I didn't expect his words to be so sharp.
Isn't he just indirectly saying that Jovana Shaw is just a cook, and an unqualified one at that? Jovana Shaw must feel gutted by this, thinking she got the short end of the stick and couldn't retaliate. Aurelia felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought.
She smirked slightly, and suddenly, she felt a pinch on the soft flesh of her waist.
Mason Nightshade leaned over, his tall figure pressed close, long fingers with distinct joints took the tissue from her hand, gently wiped away the grease from the corner of her mouth, his deep, rich voice carrying a pampering rebuke, "Why are you always so careless, drink slower, no one's vying with you. If you like it, I'll have the servants make it for you when we get home."
Mason Nightshade suddenly raised his eyes towards Jovana Shaw, "Miss Shaw, I take back what I said earlier, I didn't know Aurelia actually likes the soup you made."
