Chapter 97

It was autumn.

He was dressed all in black with a matching light windbreaker. The morning sunlight touched his side profile, and the early breeze tousled his neatly trimmed hair, making him exceptionally handsome.

Perhaps sensing Zoe's gaze, Mason slightly raised his head, and their eyes met. Neither of them looked away. Mason even squinted as if trying to see her more clearly. He saw his wife standing in the soft light, facing the sun, and he could glimpse her radiance.

Mason took a deep drag of his cigarette. His cheeks were deeply indented due to the effort, exuding a strong masculine charm. Then, he chuckled, seemingly mocking her.

At this moment, Ava came out from the foyer, carrying luggage. The driver placed the luggage in the trunk, and only then did Zoe realize that Mason was going on a business trip. Her phone rang in the bedroom.

Zoe walked back to check. Surprisingly, the call was from Ava, who was polite but somewhat distant. "Mrs. Zoe, could you please bring down Mr.