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The living room was so silent that not a single sound could be heard.

Mason Nightshade held his phone in both hands, staring at it without blinking. Half an hour had passed, and the servants silently wondered if the young master was lost in thought. Otherwise, how could someone sit there unmoving for half an hour?

The butler hesitated whether to go over and ask a question.

Suddenly, Mason Nightshade stood up, grabbed his coat, draped it over his shoulders, and walked out. As he passed by the dining room, he paused, glanced into the kitchen—a few untouched plates of leftovers on the counter caught his eye. They looked familiar, suddenly reminding him of the dishes from the table last night.

Did she not have dinner last night?

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Mason Nightshade's heart ached with a sudden pang of heartache.

The butler saw the young master staring in one direction, and following his gaze, he understood immediately what the young master was thinking and said, "After Young Master left last night, Young Madam didn't eat a single bite before going upstairs to eat. Young Madam spent the whole afternoon preparing the dinner in the kitchen. Even I was surprised; I didn't expect someone who usually doesn't cook to be so skilled."

"What did you say?" Mason Nightshade turned to look at the butler.

The butler's heart skipped a beat, wondering if he had said something wrong.

"Which part are you asking about, sir?"

"The dishes on the table yesterday, Aurelia cooked them herself?" Mason Nightshade asked.

"Yes, Young Madam cooked them. She went into the kitchen as soon as she got back yesterday, not allowing the servants to help, and prepared the entire meal herself," the butler replied, realizing why Mason Nightshade was asking this.

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He might not love this woman, but he would certainly feel touched by the things she silently did for him.

If the young master's feelings towards Young Madam weren't clear after working here for so many years, it would all be in vain.

"After Young Master left yesterday, Young Madam was very downcast, stayed in her room, and didn't even come out for dinner," the butler said.

Mason Nightshade clenched his fist, "Didn't you try to persuade her to come down for dinner?"

The butler glanced at Mason Nightshade with difficulty, "Young Madam's temper…even if we tried to persuade her, she wouldn't come down."

"If she won't eat, then make her eat by force," Mason Nightshade said in a deep voice, realizing he was losing control of his emotions. He took several deep breaths, and just the thought of her waiting for him with an empty stomach all night made his heart ache. He wished he could give himself a good lashing.

"Don't touch the dishes!"

After saying that, Mason Nightshade picked up the car keys and left the house.

The butler watched the lights flash in the courtyard as the car gradually drove away, exhaled, turned back to look at the dishes on the counter, and instructed the servants, "Put the dishes in the fridge, and don't let anyone touch these dishes. Understood?"

"Yes."

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Mason Nightshade sped all the way to Cloud Pavilion Garden, reaching as quickly as possible, jumped out of the car, and ran.

"Ding dong!" Mason Nightshade pressed the doorbell of her place, panting heavily, with only him in the empty, brightly lit hallway.

After waiting for a moment, no one came to open the door. Mason Nightshade pressed it again, but still no one came.

Mason Nightshade pulled his phone from his clothes and dialed Aurelia Shaw's number. The phone rang "beep beep," and the tension in Mason Nightshade's jawline relaxed a bit.

She hadn't turned off her phone.

Does this mean... she's waiting for him to explain?