Chapter 57 Keep Up the Good Work
Clara Bennett was lost in a haze of passion and didn't know how to respond to him, so she shyly went along with his words.
She gently closed her eyes, hearing the soft patter of rain against the window, feeling the man's fervent kisses and fiery passion... She slowly opened herself up, blooming like a flower beneath him.
...
In the early morning, Mason Reed slowly woke up.
Back at the Harrington Family, he used to wake up at four in the morning to handle business. He was always an early riser, a habit he had maintained for years.
But last night, because of her, he felt the urge to linger in bed for the first time in his life.
He turned to look at her, the little woman sleeping soundly, her face adorable and innocent in slumber. He couldn't help but kiss her lips, the sweet scent stirring his desires again.
He forced himself to restrain, thinking about the wild night before, noticing the faint scratches on his body.
She must have been in pain, and she must have been exhausted.
Mason got up and saw his phone light up. His expression changed slightly, and he put on a T-shirt and quietly walked to the balcony.
"Third Brother, am I disturbing you this early?" Chase Ye asked softly.
"What's up?"
Chase chuckled quietly. "Your grandfather has been cracking down lately, taking back a subsidiary from Vincent Harrington. Now the whole Harrington Family is saying you outsmarted him."
Mason smirked slightly.
It was indeed his doing.
Fortunately, his grandfather favored him, and no matter how well Vincent falsified the accounts, Mason could still find the flaws. Moreover, there were plenty of people in the Harrington Family who were more arrogant than Vincent. Though his grandfather was old, he wasn't senile.
So, by punishing Vincent, Mason was actually sending a warning to those with ulterior motives.
"How did my uncle react?" Mason asked in a low voice.
"He seemed to accept it humbly in front of your grandfather," Chase said with a laugh. "You know your uncle. Not only did he cry and admit his mistakes in front of your grandfather, but he also knelt in the Harrington Family's ancestral hall, repenting to the ancestors for several nights!"
Mason sneered. He could already imagine how the media in Central City would report on Vincent.
It would all be positive praise, about how he could correct his mistakes, how kind-hearted he was, and how loyal and devoted he was to the family.
This was Vincent's usual tactic. Under such one-sided praise, even the gravest of his mistakes could be covered up.
So, how could outsiders believe that such a loyal and kind uncle would tamper with a plane to harm his own nephew?
Mason's expression turned dark, his hand gripping the balcony railing tightly.
"I won't be returning to Central City for now."
Chase paused. "If you don't go back now, won't you miss the opportunity?"
"With my uncle's Oscar-worthy acting, going back now wouldn't help. It's better to wait and see, and strike at his most vulnerable point to take him and his cronies down in one fell swoop!"
Chase nodded, agreeing with his viewpoint.
But at that moment, a soft voice came through the phone, "Mason? Honey... where are you?"
Clara's voice, calling him "honey," was soft and tender, even through the phone, making Chase feel a shiver in his heart.
Not to mention Mason, who faced her every day.
Chase laughed. So, there was another reason for not returning to Central City for now...
Mason hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed back into the room.
Clara was wrapped in a sheet, struggling to reach her clothes on the floor, but her left leg made it difficult. Her face was flushed from the effort.
Mason walked over, bent down to pick up the clothes, and carefully draped them over her.
Clara glanced at him and shyly lowered her head.
Her gaze toward him was different now.
She had completely transformed into a little wife who adored her husband.
Mason gently touched her flushed cheek and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
Clara paused, then nodded almost imperceptibly, before smiling and leaning against his chest shyly.
"Sorry for hurting you last night," Mason said, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. "But... I'll know how to do it better next time."
She playfully hit him and scolded, "Enough, stop talking about it!"
He held her close, laughing heartily.
"Then you should sleep a bit more. I'll make breakfast," he volunteered. "What do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine," Clara said, rolling her big eyes. "Hmm... I don't have much of an appetite. Just make me some noodles."
"Sure, I'll add some shredded meat and make you meat noodle soup."
"Meat in the morning?"
"You worked hard last night," he said with a mischievous grin. "You need to nourish yourself. We'll keep up the good work tonight!"
Clara's face turned bright red, and she hit him with her small fists. "I told you to stop talking about it, and you keep going!"
...
Over the next few days, Clara realized that Mason's promise to "keep up the good work" was not just talk.
With her leg injury, he used it as an excuse to carry her around all day. She could use crutches, but he wouldn't let her. From the moment she woke up in the morning until they went to bed at night, he carried her, and then...
Clara couldn't keep up and softly scolded him.
"My leg isn't healed yet. I can't do intense exercise!"
But he argued confidently, "Your leg needs to move more to heal faster!"
"You're just taking advantage of my injury to bully me!"
"Honey," he said with a roguish smile, "if your leg is inconvenient, just lie still and let me do the rest..."