Leo Campbell allows the bodyguards to drag him out and throw him into the car, while Jovana Shaw and Clara Philips are tossed onto the back seat of his car.

...

Silence envelops the room.

Aurelia stands there, her thin figure looking somewhat desolate and bleak. Mason Nightshade’s heart aches sharply. He walks over, wraps her in his arms, and comforts her, "You did great; they deserved all of this. You didn’t do anything wrong."

"Oh? Do you really believe that?" Aurelia brushes off his hand.

Mason Nightshade is stunned by her sudden cold attitude, staring at her in a daze.

Aurelia turns to look at him, her peach blossom eyes full of mockery, "Mason Nightshade, is your play still not enough?"

Mason Nightshade’s body becomes rigid. He’s too clever not to realize that Aurelia wouldn’t say such things without reason.

Something flashes across his mind like lightning, but his expression doesn’t change, showing concern, "Aurelia, what’s wrong? Are you very tired? Let’s go back and rest."

Mason Nightshade reaches out to pull her, but Aurelia avoids his hand, with a mocking curve on her lips, "Seeing me driven around in circles by you, does it make you happy?"

She originally didn’t intend to tear this facade with him, but once she saw that face, the face she had once loved so deeply and trusted so much—no matter how many times she’d been hurt, she foolishly fell for it again... She really couldn’t hold back.

Rationality? Calmness? How could she remain calm now?

Facing a man who had hurt her twice.

"Aurelia..." Mason Nightshade’s voice turns hoarse.

Seeing her like this now, how could he not see that she already knew?

As for how she knew?

"Sleepwalking that night."

"Exactly." Aurelia retorts with a sneer, "I wasn’t sleepwalking; it was all an act."

Mason Nightshade self-deprecates with a smile, "I underestimated you. How could I forget, the girl I love has always been so clever?" It’s just when it comes to matters about him, she is always willingly foolish for him.

That night, although he didn’t directly admit to his rebirth and didn’t say anything revealing about it, but with her cleverness, from his reactions that night, she saw it—he was reborn too.

"What confirmed it for you?"

Even if his slip was suspected, it was only a suspicion.

Aurelia’s red lips curve into a cold arc, "Surviving death makes one extra sensitive to certain things. You probably don’t know that those years locked in the rehab center, every moment, the person I thought about was you, right? How could I not understand your nuances?

Before, I didn’t think along those lines, but sometimes, human intuition is frighteningly accurate."

"What do you plan to do now?" Mason Nightshade asks calmly, the tension in his clenched fingers betraying that his inner self isn’t as calm as he appears.

Aurelia leisurely draws out a knife.

There’s no one else now, just the two of them.

"Mason Nightshade, do you love me?" Aurelia asks, her expression like a captivating yet dangerous siren.

"I do." Mason Nightshade answers earnestly.

Unfortunately, back then, when she seriously asked him, he didn’t say it. Now he says it earnestly, but she no longer believes it.

Aurelia’s lips curl mockingly, "You said before, as long as I want to kill you, at any time, you wouldn’t fight back?"

"Those words still stand." Mason Nightshade looks into her eyes, his gaze deep and serious.

See, how well this man acts? She, as an experienced actress, can’t even tell if he’s speaking truth or lies.