NOVEL WEB Chapter 120: My Wife Doesn't Want Me Anymore
Mason Nightshade recalled her smile at him last night. Was she trying to reconcile with him? But he... He messed it up!
Mason punched the wall heavily, blood flowing down the white wall like a winding stream. Yet, he seemed to feel no pain, throwing another heavy punch at the ground. His distinct knuckles were stained with bright red blood, which dripped one by one from his fingertips, hitting the floor.
He didn't know how much time had passed before Mason moved his stiff body. He raised his wrist and glanced at the time; it was already four in the morning.
Supporting himself on the ground, he stood up unsteadily, looked back at the still tightly shut door, raised a hand, and let his fingers hover in front of the door panel for a long time, yet he didn't knock. He finally stepped away, took the elevator, and left.
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"Young master?" The butler looked at Mason who strode in with surprise. His usually clean and tidy suit was all crumpled, his short hair messy, his handsome face full of fatigue. His gaze was still cold, but more so empty, as if he'd lost something important, leaving his soul void.
Mason walked straight to the kitchen, took the food from the refrigerator, put it in a bag, and walked out with it, passing by the butler without saying a word, heading straight out the door.
The butler craned his neck, watching the car drive away, pondering whether something happened. He'd never seen the young master like this, more despondent than yesterday.
Mason, with one hand on the steering wheel, dialed Grayson Quinn's phone, "Where are you?" He spoke concisely, without a single superfluous word.
Grayson understood Mason. Hearing his tone, he sensed something was amiss, and thought about how Mason asked him to find out Aurelia Shaw's location... Were the two having a spat?
Grayson didn't have the habit of prying into others' affairs, so he simply gave his address. On hearing this, Mason hung up the phone, accelerated, and headed toward Grayson's hotel.
"You came so quickly." Grayson opened the door, leaning on the doorframe, gazing up and down at the man standing outside. He'd known Mason for years but had never seen him like this.
"Did you really get dumped?" Grayson teased, letting him in while closing the door. This content is hosted at M|V|LE^MPYR.
Mason didn't say a word, merely placed the bag in his hand on the table, took off his crumpled jacket, tossed it aside casually, glanced around the room, and walked straight into another room.
Grayson was taken aback for a moment, then quickly ran over as something dawned on him.
But it was already too late—Mason quietly examined a bottle of wine in his hand, compared it with a few others, and decisively pulled out one, heading back to the living room.
"You didn't come here just to mooch my wine, did you?" Grayson cried out in pain.
He was a wine enthusiast, loving to carry a few bottles of fine wine wherever he went, and Mason knew this habit of his.
Glancing at the pattern on the bottle, Grayson's heart ached as if bleeding; Mason always picked his best wine! He'd had this bottle for several months and couldn't bring himself to drink it.
"Hey, hey, I say, spot me a bit, will you?" Trying to prevent Mason from downing the entire bottle himself, Grayson pushed his heartache aside and stepped over.
"Open it," Mason nodded towards the bag with his chin.
"What's in it?" Grayson opened it skeptically, only to find several boxes of food stacked inside. As he opened them one by one, the aroma of the dishes wafted out, intriguing Grayson. "You come here to drink my wine and you actually brought snacks to go with it."