Chapter 67

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