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149. Back in My Hands

Author: Shiroi_Nami
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-15 20:00:46

Aria’s POV

I felt a warm tickle in my ear, like a whisper brushing against my skin. My lashes fluttered open, and there he was—Mason, already dressed in a sleek black suit, looking devastatingly sharp. His usual work attire, yet somehow, seeing it this early made my chest ache.

“Wake up, little muffin,” he murmured, his voice a deep caress that pulled me out of sleep faster than any alarm ever could. “I’m heading out, but I wanted to say goodbye first.”

My eyes shifted to the clock on my bedside table. Five a.m. “Where are you going this early?” I asked, still heavy with sleep, my voice coming out as a lazy drawl.

“I want to leave before your household staff starts arriving,” he said with that calm, deliberate tone of his. “The last thing I want is for them to think I spent the night here.”

My mind, still half-asleep, snagged on something. “Where did you even get that suit?”

His lips curved. “I always keep extra clothes in my car. Part of being a Chairman—you never know when you’ll ge
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