"Mason, what the hell are you doing again!"
Aurelia avoided the topic, gave his shoulder a push, but the man's strength was overwhelming; she couldn't budge him at all.
"Aurelia, say you love me, say you still love me, hmm? Come on, say you love me."
The more he didn't get an answer, the more panicked Mason felt inside. He was afraid, afraid of losing her, afraid of losing her only love for him.
People really are masochistic; it's only after losing something that they learn to treasure it.
Perhaps he had gone through this in a past life and was scared. He clearly knew, he clearly knew she still loved him, yet recently, her behavior had been increasingly making him fearful. Even though she was by his side, it always felt that she was about to leave, clearly so close yet feeling so far, untouchable.
This feeling of panic made Mason desperately need an answer.
A definite answer!
Saying she still loved him.
"Aurelia, be good, say you love me, okay?"
