Aurora Jones hurried to the other side of the bed.

The two of them moved left and right, mirroring each other, with the bed between them.

Mason Jackson watched her antics and finally believed her when she said she was fine.

He tossed the ointment onto the coffee table and asked, “Wanna go downstairs for the buffet, grab some Ningford specialties outside, or just eat something simple here?”

Aurora honestly couldn’t understand him.

Why was he acting like ...