It was already morning by the time Mason had handled the company matters.He quickly freshened up and prepared to leave. Ava gazed at her boss's handsome face, feeling a bit disoriented. Despite both of them working through the night, she had reapplied her makeup several times, but Mason still looked sharp and vibrant.Coincidentally, there were a few executives in the conference room. In an attempt to appear close to Mason, Ava positioned herself nearby and cheerfully asked, "Mr. Mason, would you like to have breakfast first, or shall we head home? I've ordered your favorite cream puffs."Mason wasn't fond of sweets. The only time he praised cream puffs was when Zoe made them. Ava, unaware of this fact, assumed it was the master chef at Dafford who made them, so she ordered them several times.Every time, Mason left it for the driver.Now, as Ava brought it up again, Mason remembered that Zoe hadn't made any pastries for him in a long time. In the past, Zoe would always bring h
Mason knew that Zoe's loss of appetite was not due to her physical condition but because of him. It was because he refused to divorce her, making her feel gloomy and reluctant to talk to people. Without turning back, he calmly said, "I got it." The nurse didn't dare to say much and quickly left.In fact, the hospital staff had been gossiping these past few days. Some said that Mason had a mistress outside, and Zoe couldn't bear it, so she attempted suicide. Others speculated that Mason loved Zoe too much, causing her to suffer from depression due to feeling overwhelmed. Though just idle chatter, no one dared to spread the news of Zoe's wrist-cutting incident.After finishing his cigarette, Mason returned to the hospital room. After three days of recuperation, aside from the scar on her wrist, Zoe could move freely. When Mason entered, she was leaning against the bed reading a book, her black hair cascading over her slender shoulders. She wore the loose blue and white hospital
Mason drove back to the villa. The housekeepers were surprised to see him, unaware of Zoe being hospitalized. They assumed he had gone on a business trip.One of the housekeepers opened the car door. "Are you back for dinner, sir? The kitchen didn't know that you were back, so it might take an hour for them to prepare something."Mason, looking slightly fatigued, replied, "Just prepare something light."The housekeeper hurried off to arrange it. Mason got out of the car, entered the villa's hall, and found it well-maintained, even after his absence for a few days.Mason, who had been busy all night, prepared to go upstairs for a quick shower. However, as soon as he opened the door to the master bedroom, he saw a large wedding photo hanging at the bedside.In the picture, Zoe smiled sweetly, radiating happiness. They got married in a haste. He did not like her, so he refused to take pictures. Therefore, she spent a hundred thousand to have this photo composeWhen they mar
He carried his luggage downstairs, and Zoe, with delicate white fingers, gently tugged at the hem of his shirt. She was on the verge of tears.Mason had no intention of relenting. After all, he didn't love Zoe. Despite her pleas, he got into the car and left. He spent about a week in Hucksburgh, during which time Lilith underwent her first leg surgery. It was also the week when the media exposed Mason's relationship with Lilith, leading to the first rumors of an extramarital affair.Upon his return from the business trip, Zoe made no mention of her family matters. She attended to him as she used to, packing his suitcase and preparing a bath. After Mason bathed, he slept with her twice. It was the quietest intimate encounter they had had since marriage. Neither of them made a sound, and Zoe buried her face in the pillow, suppressing her body's pleasure, reluctant to make a sound.She felt guilty.After the lovemaking, Mason sat at the edge of the bed, smoking silently. Zoe softl
Mason sat in the living room for the entire afternoon. As the dusk settled in, he finally stirred, dialing a number on his phone. "Please ask Mr. Bernard to come to the mansion and draft a divorce agreement for me."On the other end of the line, Ava was left dumbfounded for a moment before managing to find her voice. "Mr. Mason, are you suggesting a divorce?"Mason hung up without a word. Ava blinked, finally understanding her boss's intentions.For a brief moment, she felt a sense of joy. She couldn't help but think that if Mason was getting a divorce, there might be an opportunity for her to get closer to him. She had more advantages than Lilith.Half an hour later, Ava arrived at the mansion with Bernard in tow. The atmosphere in the study was incredibly heavy. Sensing something amiss, the housekeeper promptly served coffee and discreetly left the room. She recognized Bernard and speculated that Mason might be seeking a divorce from Zoe.The aroma of coffee filled the a
A petite 8-inch cake sat on the table. It was a deep blue cake with little yellow stars, a mini tent, and a little girl sitting inside the tent, hands clasped together, making a wish.In the hospital room, Zoe sat on the sofa, gazing at the small cake. Her expression was girlish, her eyes sparkling. She exuded a gentle aura reminiscent of their early days of marriage when she looked at him with those same sparkling eyes. Now, her softness was toward another man.Just a cake was enough to make her so happy.Mason recalled her words. "Mason, I don't like you anymore."'Has she fallen for Cecil?'Mason's face darkened, and eventually, he burst into a mocking laugh. Suddenly, he didn't want to let Zoe go.The divorce papers were torn into halves, turning into a pile of waste paper.…Zoe was about to cut the cake.Mason entered, appearing in the hospital room. She saw his slightly pale face and subconsciously tried to hide the cake. It was the only precious thing she had after
In the midst of Zoe's daze, Mason headed to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of rushing water echoed from the bathroom, occasionally accompanied by the low, husky voice of a man.Zoe was a mature woman now. She figured out that Mason was attending to his physical needs in the bathroom.After about 20 minutes, Mason emerged from the bathroom, wearing a standard white bathrobe. The collar was slightly open, revealing his fair and sturdy chest, covered in droplets of water trickling down his body.Mason paid no attention to these details. He walked over and stood silently at the bedside, observing the absent-minded Zoe.After a while, Zoe looked up at him. The corners of her eyes were reddened, and her eyes were misty with tears. No woman could accept such cruel treatment from her husband, even if she had endured such a marriage for three years.She thought she had grown accustomed to it.Mason looked at her pitiful face without the slightest change in his emotions. All his
"Of course, you can reject this," Mason said. "But I can guarantee that without my help, Noah will be in prison for a good ten years. Zoe, let me remind you of how outstanding your brother was back then. "Numerous elite ladies were eyeing him. If it weren't for his fall from grace and the Sanders family's downfall, he would have it all in a couple of years. He would have a family and children."…If, in the past, Mason had torn apart Zoe's body. Now, he was tearing apart her heart. They had finally stripped away all the veils, speaking openly and straightforwardly. He wanted her to be his wife not for love but for the sake of interest and appearances.Noah's freedom was the price he set for her.Zoe didn't refuse. Still, she didn't agree immediately. Her hands tightly grasped the bedsheets, restraining all her emotions as she looked at him, softly saying, "I need some time to think about it."Mason wasn't surprised at all. He thought to himself that people grow, and Zoe was no e