A resounding slap landed on Mason's face.Mason came to a halt, his gaze lowered to the person on the pillow. Zoe's heart surged with emotions, her silk nightgown slipping off her shoulders, revealing the delicate and rounded contours of her breasts. She exuded a fragile beauty."Getting violent now?" Mason spoke softly, his eyes carrying hidden emotions.He held onto her hand, firmly pressing it above the snowy white pillow... For a moment, he didn't make a move.Zoe's nose turned red.She looked up at Mason, her voice broken. "Mason, are you trying to rape me now? If that's not what you want, then let me go!"Mason didn't release her.He stared at her vulnerable state for a while before speaking in a hoarse voice. "When I said I wanted to start over, I meant it."Zoe turned her face away.Her face buried deep into the pillow, she murmured, "There will be no children between us, let alone anything else. I can't afford to play around, Mason. We're done!"She finished spea

When Mason returned to the villa, it was almost eleven o'clock.Entering the foyer, a servant approached and welcomed him softly, "Sir, you're back. Do you want to have supper?"Mason took off his coat, unbuttoned two shirt buttons, and then said calmly, "Just something plain and simple will do. Is Zoe already asleep?"The servant respectfully took his coat and whispered, "She had a little something in the evening, played the piano for a while, and hasn't come down since."Mason murmured his acknowledgment.As the servant left, he walked to the dining room. He sat down, reached for the glass door of the French window, and lit a cigarette. In the pale smoke, memories flooded back. He remembered how Zoe used to wait for him at home, preparing a table full of dishes or snacks, eagerly anticipating him trying it. Even if it was just a bite, it could make her happy for half a day.In the past, the dining table was lonely.Now, it was still lonely, but the person who felt the lonel

Zoe felt a bit tipsy from the drinks.It was around 11 PM when she settled the bill, and Mason walked into the bar from outside.On this winter night, he wore a thin black coat, but the intricate blue patterned shirt inside contrasted the gloominess, making him look sharp. Perhaps it had rained a bit outside, as there were some water droplets on his coat. With his deep-set eyes and the rain-soaked exterior, he appeared as if he emerged from a storm.The bar still echoed with deafening music.They gazed at each other through the crowd, the man profound, the woman aloof.Zoe wore a semi-transparent silk blouse, paired with a black skirt, adding a hint of allure to her usual elegance. Mason's eyes gradually deepened.After a moment, he walked toward her.Mason took her coat from her hands, draped it over her shoulders, and meticulously fastened each button, from bottom to top, without missing one.This man's concealed intentions were obvious.Zoe found it ridiculous. As he held

In the late night hours, Mason entered the Lockwood Hospital.He had experienced excessive bleeding.Even though he tried to conceal it, the doctor treating him could still catch a faint scent of his masculine presence. On top of that, he had casually thrown on a shirt and pants. It was easy to imagine some intense physical activity before coming to the hospital.The doctor found it difficult to express in words.While stitching up the wound, he cleared his throat and advised, "Mr. Mason, if this happens again, you need to pause any strenuous activities and come to the hospital immediately. Otherwise, it could lead to complications.""I can't stop." Mason leaned against the couch, casting a dark glance at Zoe beside him.She seemed fine, willingly accompanying him to the hospital. Maybe she was here just to gloat at him being in such a state.Zoe ignored him, engrossed in checking her phone messages. Mason couldn't help but wonder if she was secretly communicating with that youn

The hospital room door was knocked twice and pushed open. The person who came in was none other than Lisa.Even in the late hours, Lisa was impeccable. Adorned in luxurious attire and jewelry, she exuded an aristocratic charm. Mason silently observed her, his slender fingers gripping a certain photograph.She stood at the doorway, her gaze fell upon the photo held by her son. The mother and son shared a deep connection. At this moment, Lisa knew exactly what was going through his mind.She turned to the servant who had followed her and said, "Henrietta, wait outside."Sensing the tense atmosphere, Henrietta hastily retreated and closed the door behind her.Lisa, sitting down gracefully on the couch, studied her son. Coming from an aristocratic family, she had experienced her husband's betrayal and infidelity at a young age, leaving her heart cold.In the dim light, her face carried a hint of harshness. She looked at her son and said, "I heard from that Zoe went to a bar, got into