Chapter 49 The Pillow and Blanket Are Thrown Out Again
Mason Reed was also taken aback.
Had he been that obvious...?
Why was he suddenly jealous of Jasper? Growing up, it was always Jasper who followed him.
Mason cleared his throat and took a sip of water, saying nothing.
Then he felt a pair of soft hands gently wrap around his arm.
And the faint scent from the little woman started to playfully invade his nose again.
"Honey," Clara Bennett said in a voice as sweet as cotton candy, smiling appeasingly, "if you don't like hearing about my work, I won't talk about it."
Mason subtly tugged at the corners of his mouth, feeling a bit more at ease.
"It's not that I don't like hearing about it," he said, turning to look at her, speaking slowly. "It's just that you've been saying Jasper's name all night. Can't you switch to someone else?"
Clara widened her eyes. "Switch to who?"
"For example..." he paused, "wasn't that banquet hosted by the Harrington Family? Have you ever heard of Third Master?"
Clara thought for a moment and shook her head gently.
Mason's expression darkened slightly.
"You don't know Third Master?" he asked, unwilling to give up.
"Why bring him up?" she glanced at him, then got up to collect the washed clothes from the balcony, folding them one by one.
"I don't know this person. I've never even seen him. What does his welcome banquet have to do with me?"
Mason moved closer, watching her with interest. "But I heard he's very powerful. The Harrington Family controls the economic lifeline of Central City. Many socialites attended his welcome banquet."
"You were at the hotel. Weren't you curious about what he looks like? Didn't you want to go to the banquet and see?"
"Are you crazy?" Clara laughed softly. "Why would I be curious about him?"
"Isn't that banquet to choose a princess consort for him?" Mason said softly. "If you had gone into the banquet hall and caught his eye, wouldn't that be a step up? Such a good opportunity!"
Clara suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked at him, her brows furrowed.
"In your eyes, am I that kind of woman?"
Mason was stunned.
The little woman was usually soft-spoken and always smiled at him, but this was the first time he had seen her so serious.
"Mason, I've always remembered my status. I'm married, I have a husband, and I've been protecting our home. I have a clear conscience about our marriage!"
"I've never thought about climbing the social ladder! Whether it's Third Master or anyone else, those men have nothing to do with me! Ever since I married you, I've decided to spend my life with you... and yet you say something like that!"
"No, I..." Mason felt his throat tighten, wishing he could take back his words and swallow them whole!
He always said Jasper didn't use his brain!
Did he have one himself?
Mason broke out in a sweat, unable to say a word.
Clara glared at him resentfully, then turned and went back to the bedroom. Mason followed her eagerly, about to explain, when he saw her take his pillow and blanket off the bed and throw them onto the couch!
Mason tried to grab her hand, but the little woman stubbornly shook it off and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Then he heard the sound of the lock turning from the inside.
He sat on the couch, scratching his head vigorously.
After a long silence, his gaze fell on the pillow and blanket. They had finally made it into the bedroom... and now they were back out...
Mason lay down on the couch, still in his clothes. The pillow and blanket were infused with Clara's scent, which kept wafting into his nose.
He gritted his teeth, tossing and turning, letting out a heavy sigh.