Chapter 1685

As soon as Avery finished calling him by his name, Mason kissed her again, pulling her close and locking her in his arms. For a man who had been composed and restrained for so many years, this was a rare moment of letting go. Seeing him lean in again, Avery instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. This time felt different—almost playful, with a touch of thrill. The room filled with the soft hum of intimacy, their connection deepening until Avery, out of breath, finally begged him to stop. Exhausted, the two collapsed into each other's arms, catching their breath. Nestled against him, Avery sighed. "I'm so tired. But there's only oatmeal in the kitchen," she murmured, almost to herself. Mason chuckled, holding her tighter. "Poor you," he teased. Avery laughed, her voice light. "Poor you is more like it. You're the one who's sick and still doing all the work." Mason burst into laughter, leaning down to nuzzle her affectionately. Avery tilted her head up to