I Refuse to Divorce

Chapter 100

Zoe also gazed at him. After a moment, she smiled gracefully and said, "Sure. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom."

She got up and walked away, passing by him.

Suddenly, Mason grabbed her wrist, slowly pulling her closer until she was near him. Her cheek gently brushed against his shoulder, the fair skin contrasting with deep gray, highlighting its delicacy.

Zoe blinked lightly. Mason might have forgotten that he caused a scandal in Crocksten, leading his former lover to come knocking on his door. He was supposed to be comforting his lover now.

Zoe gently pulled away. She gave him a dignified smile and headed upstairs. Her graceful figure was pleasing to the eye. Considering she had been by his side for a little while now, any signs of the hardships she endured in the past days were no longer visible. She was raised in a wealthy environment, displaying an inherent air of delicacy.

Mason, for once, seemed lost in thought.

Fearing his blame, Lilith nervously twisted the sleeves of her clothes and stammered, "Mr. Mason, we came because we were worried about Mrs. Zoe."

Suddenly, Carly had a bright idea and chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! We came to comfort Mrs. Zoe. Mr. Mason, you've caused a scandal in Crocksten, and Mrs. Zoe must be feeling uneasy."

Mason sneered. He strolled in, sitting in the seat Zoe had occupied. Her leftover coffee had not even cooled yet. Mason picked it up and took a small sip.

He remained silent, leaving Lilith feeling uncertain about what he was thinking. Her palms were sweaty with nervousness. She also noticed something. Mason drank coffee the same way and had the same expression as Zoe did. It made her feel somewhat inferior.

After a while, Mason finally looked up.

His tone was icy. "Does my wife need your company?"

Carly and Lilith felt guilty, unable to respond for a long time.

In the end, Lilith, trembling, said, "Mr. Mason, I promise this is the last time. We won't disturb Mrs. Zoe anymore. Please believe me."

Mason looked at her and at those broken legs. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Several surgeries later, she still could not stand up. Perhaps she would never stand again in this lifetime.

Mason's expression eased slightly. Instead of responding directly, he summoned a servant, "Arrange a car to take Lilith back to the hospital. Also, inform the security guard not to let them in again."

The servant quickly agreed and went to handle it.

Lilith felt humiliated, tears streaming down her face, but she dared not cry out loud.

As Mason left, he left behind a warning. "Rein it in. My patience is limited."

Lilith could not hold back her tears.

Later, Mason reached the second floor, hearing a car starting in the courtyard. It seemed that Carly and Lilith had left.

He knocked on the bedroom door and entered.

Zoe was leaning on the living room couch, reading a book with a plate of pastries in front of her.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Mason walked over to her and picked up a small pastry. With his dark eyes fixed on her serene face, he imitated her words to Brittany, "Mason has a slight fever. Advise him not to engage in strenuous exercise."

There was a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice.

Zoe naturally picked up on it. She put down her book, looked up at him, and said, "What, Mason? Should I have scolded her over the phone, telling her I'm Mrs. Lockwood and asserting my dominance? Your lover came to visit you so nicely, and you bid her farewell so graciously... Tell me, besides being generous, what else can I do?"

Mason sat across from her.

He stared at her for a while, then asked hoarsely, "Lilith waltzed into our home, and you remained so composed. Zoe, do you really not care at all? In the future, do you plan to keep treating our marriage like this, keeping it cold and keeping me at bay?"