Ava knocked on the door of the director’s office and went in after she got the a-okay. Mason was on a phone call with his mother. Their conversation was about something that Ava had just found out and wanted to report to Mason. “Are you just going to leave her alone, Mason?”“Who’s Leslie?”“That Ella has such a bad reputation. We can’t allow Zoe to mingle with her! You should keep your wife in check, Mason.”…Mason said nonchalantly, “Zoe is divorcing me, Mom! How am I supposed to keep an eye on her?” Lisa cared for nothing more than her family’s reputation. She was mad that she had spent a long time talking to Mason without a positive outcome. With that, she hung up on him. He put down the phone and looked at Ava. “Is Zoe working for Leslie?” She was about to say something when she suddenly saw a velvet box next to him. She recognized it. It was the box that held Zoe’s wedding ring. If it was there, then he must have looked at it from time to time.Mason always had his

Zoe was half-drunk. Mason took her to the parking lot and opened the door of his car with one hand. He signaled for her to get in, but she refused. She was drunk, but she had not completely lost her senses. Leaning against the door, she raised her head and said in a husky, slurring voice, “I’m not going home with you, Mason! We’re getting a divorce!”He towered over her and glared at her with unmoving eyes. She was bewitching when she was drunk. He had never seen her like this. A champagne silk blouse and trumpet skirt were supposed to be elegant outfits, but they ended up bringing out her feminine charm.Every curve on her body seemed to be inviting men to caress and own her. Mason leaned into her ear and gritted his teeth, “Look at yourself. What part of you resembles a decent lady now?”Zoe raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to have cleared up a little, but became muddled again soon. Giving up on talking sense into her, Mason roughly shoved her into the car.

It was dawn. Mason was the one who woke up first. It was too hot. His bathrobe was all wet from his sweat because he was holding something hot. Opening his eyes, he saw Zoe. Her face was abnormally red. She was burning up when he touched her cheeks!He rose immediately and went downstairs to relay orders to his servant. “Give Dr. Lionel a call and have him come here now.” The servant asked, “Are you feeling unwell, Mr. Mason?”He was already rushing back upstairs, but he stopped and said, “Just tell him to come here as soon as possible. Zoe is having a fever.”…Dr. Lionel arrived half an hour later. The servant had cleaned up the room and removed the last vestiges of last night’s incident. He examined Zoe and said, “She has quite a high fever. I suggest giving her a shot for it. Also, Ms. Zoe’s a little weak. She needs to pay closer attention to her nutritional intake.”That was all the doctor had said, but Mason knew the truth. Zoe had overworked herself and skipped meals re

Zoe might have fought with him and wanted a divorce, but she would not do it at the cost of her health. What’s more, she was really hungry. The barley porridge was tasty and easy to swallow. She felt much better after eating a bowl of it. Mason leaned against the wall in front of the window. The dim light from the sky shone on his face, highlighting his handsome features. His neatly trimmed hair and sophisticated attire brought out his elegant charisma. He lit a cigarette but did not smoke it. Sticking his arm out the window, the evening wind scattered the wisp of smoke. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the bedroom that blended perfectly with his aura.He put out the cigarette when she had finished eating the porridge and looked at her, “Grandma called. She wanted to see you. What say you?” Barbara had always been nice to Zoe. She did not have the heart to break her spirit by telling her about their divorce. However, Barbara would find out about it eventually. It was just a

Zoe came to her senses and realized they were at the crossroads. They stopped in front of a traffic light. Pulling her hand away from Mason’s, she turned her face to the window and said coldly, “It was nothing!”He looked at her dejected face and felt a little disheartened. Images of the past coursed through his mind. He had married Zoe when she was just a twenty-year-old girl. She loved him deeply back then. She would rush downstairs and take his briefcase from him when he came back home from work. She would try to please him, tell him about what was on for dinner, and prepare the bathtub for him.He had always made a point to hurt her when they had sex. Slowly but surely, Zoe began to smile less frequently. She also stopped acting cute around him. It seemed that she had finally accepted the fact that he did not love her. None of her efforts meant anything to him. All she ever got in return was his cold shoulder. She was still thoughtful, but she was merely doing her duty as a