Zoe released her grip on the car door handle. The atmosphere in the car was oppressive.Mason was actually tired from his trip and the subsequent visit to Lockwood Manor. He rubbed his brow with one hand and gripped the steering wheel with another, the impatience clear in his voice. “When are you going to stop being unreasonable?”So, he merely thought she was being unreasonable. How disappointing. Zoe sat upright and said softly after a brief pause, “I’m serious, Mason! I don’t want to be with you anymore!” He turned around and looked at her. He looked so dashing with his sharp features. She used to fall for him every time, but she felt nothing now. Not even a little. …Mason stared at her and unbuckled his seat belt. “Out of the car!” Zoe exited the car as soon as he unlocked the doors and walked briskly toward the villa. She puffed up her chest, determined to go through with the divorce. Mason smoked a cigarette before he got out of the car and went upstairs. They e
Zoe tightened the thermal jug’s lid and said softly, “I’ll find a way around it! The money I made from selling my wedding ring will support Dad’s medical bill for half a year. “As for Noah’s legal fee, I’m going to sell this house. Aside from that, I’ll look for a job that’ll let me support the family.” Tears started to build up in Zoe’s eyes. Her birth mother left this house for them. They had never had to sell it away despite the hardships they went through in the past. Mia was taken aback. She might have stopped persuading Zoe, but deep down she disagreed with it. Both of them went to the hospital after Zoe was done with her preparations.Gordon Sanders had stabilized greatly after the doctor treated him. He was merely a little distressed, worrying about Noah’s future. Zoe said nothing about her divorce. In the afternoon, Gordon’s doctor came to check on him.Doctor Cecil was a young and revered neurosurgeon with a Ph.D. Boasting a height of six feet, he was graceful, gentle
Zoe thought it was inappropriate. “We’re in the hospital, Mason!”“Obviously.” Mason was unfazed. He pressed against her hard and whispered into her ears menacingly, “Do you know who he is?” Zoe could read the subtext of his question. He was the director of the Lockwood Pharmaceutical Group. As such, he was clad in both power and status. He would never allow his wife to get too close to another man.Zoe smiled bitterly, “My mind isn’t filthy like yours, Mason. I’m not in the mood. Listen to me. I won’t get in bed with anyone else before our divorce is finalized.”With that, she shoved him aside and went into Gordon’s ward. Mason was at her heels. His eyes narrowed. He could not believe Gordon was not staying in a solitary ward. Mia took a chair for him and said softly, “Have a seat! Don’t just stand there, Zoe! You can go home with Mason later. Leave your dad to me!”Mason sat down and chatted with Gordon. He might have been cold to Zoe all this time, but he presented himself
He rarely forgave Zoe, but surprisingly, she rejected him. Zoe withdrew her slender finger. Mason’s patience was not without its limits, “What on earth do you want from me?”Zoe answered, “I want a divorce!”His work was demanding enough. Now, Zoe insisted on not going back home with him. Also, he had trouble finding the right cuff links this morning. Mason was about to pull his hair out. He was going to lose it when he saw Cecil chatting with a nurse in front of a white BMW in the parking lot. Mason was ticked off even more and clicked his tongue. At that moment, his phone rang. It was Ava. He answered the call and said, “What?”Ava said, “Ms. Lilith fell to the ground when she was getting out of her bed earlier. She might’ve hurt the nerves in her legs. She’s in a foul mood now. Do you want to visit her at Hucksburgh? She might be happy to see you.”Mason held his phone and said nothing. Needless to say, he did not want to upset Zoe. However, she heard everything because
Zoe sold the house two days later. It was worth fifty million, but the buyer haggled the price to twenty-eight million. Mia thought the buyer was too rtuhless, but Zoe gritted her teeth and sold it anyway. Noah was still in prison, and he could not afford to wait. Aside from his lawyer fee, she needed money to support her family. Under the stress of multiple predicaments, Zoe had no choice but to sell. She found a way to meet Noah after selling the house. Noah was a dashing, dignified young man who used to always have a pack of rich ladies at his heels. Looked a tad washed out, he was now talking to Zoe through a glass partition. “Find Liam. He’s a lawyer. He can help both of us, Zoe.”…She was about to ask more, but time was up. They were taking Noah back to his cell. He looked at Zoe, unwilling to leave her alone. Everyone in the family loved and cherished her ever since she was young, but now she had to take up the responsibility of caring for the entire family. Noah read
Mason pinched her delicate chin before she could react and said, “Are you going to prostitute yourself?”Zoe was trembling, but she could not deny what he said. He leaned in close and muttered as if they were lovers. “Who’s going to buy your service? Everyone in Brookesville knows you’re my wife. Who would dare lay their fingers on you? “Moreover, are you sure you can bear the touch of another man? Men who frequent prostitutes go right into the main action, much as how we did it on the night we got married. It was so painful for you. Did you forget about it already? ”Zoe paled. She could never forget how tough he was with her. He was taking revenge on her. She almost died that night. Mason stopped when he saw that his intimidation had done its job. He released her and fondled her cheeks gently. “Return to me. We can go back to the way things were.” Zoe’s neck stiffened. She saw a brand new violin in the bookshelf across the room. She recalled the news saying that he spent twen
Zoe looked undignified while Mason was dressed fully. There was merely a slight wet stain on his pants, revealing a hint of lewdness. Her hands trembling uncontrollably, Zoe was having a problem gripping the buttons on her shirt.He merely stood by and did nothing to help. He habitually felt around for his cufflinks and frowned when he could not find them. He still had not found them, but he was not about to ask her and make himself look incompetent.Much time had passed when Zoe was finally done tidying herself up. She looked at Mason, who was staring at her too. It was impossible to read him. Zoe had no intention of doing so either. She said, disheartened, “I’m tired, Mason! Let’s split up on good terms!” With that, she left the office.Mason did not stop her this time. He merely stood there and watched as she left. He smiled coldly after a long time had passed. It was typical for divorced couples to tear each other down. There was no such thing as splitting up on good terms!…
Zoe was good-looking and she played the violin very well. The person in charge paid her three hundred dollars for each show. He would ask her to play for three or four shows every day if business was good. That resulted in her playing violin for six hours a day. Calluses and blisters formed on her fingers from it.It was a hard life and she was occupied all the time, but she had never regretted her actions. She never gave a call to Mason, nor did he call her. From time to time, she would read news about him attending banquets and acquiring other companies.He looked stunning and arrogant in these events. She used to accompany him to such events in the past, her heart leaping from glancing at his dashing looks. Be that as it may, all she felt now was distant and strange.…It was evening. Zoe sat quietly on the top floor of the hospital. A can of iced Coke stood next to her. She rarely used to drink sodas because it was not exactly healthy, but she would drink one from time to time
Zion and Gwen's marriage seemed inevitable, with no one putting up any resistance. Occasionally, Gwen even had a strange illusion.It all went so smoothly that the years of separation seemed like they had never happened, as if she and Zion had always been together. After their reunion, he didn’t even ask her about her life abroad and treated her just as he did before.She was no longer as youthful and tender, but Zion still saw her as if she were a 20-year-old girl. Gwen felt a bit dejected, thinking to herself, he must just like girls around 18-year-old.But unfortunately, the spring river flows eastward and cannot return!Zion only smiled.In winter, the days grew shorter. After work, Gwen arrived at Zion's villa, but he had not yet come home. The two housekeepers had already started preparing dinner.When Gwen got out of the car, she received a call from Zion. Her voice was soft and tender.“When will you be back?”On the other end, Zion checked the time and said, “I’ll be
Zion noticed Gwen gazing at him with those wide, expectant eyes again. With a chuckle, he reached into the pocket of his trench coat, pulled out a sleek wallet, and carefully extracted a platinum card. He placed it in her outstretched hand and said with a smile, “This is my secondary card. There’s no credit limit.” Gwen gasped softly, then teased, “Wow, aren’t you generous? Thank you, Teacher Qin.” Zion gave her a light tap on the head. Not missing a beat, Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned mischievously, “Thank you, my sugar daddy.” Zion’s response was to pull her close, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her fiercely. Though he once carried himself as an educator and now as a refined businessman, he found himself utterly smitten by her playful antics. After the kiss, Zion leaned close to Gwen's ear and murmured something uncharacteristically crude that sent a shiver down her spine. He playfully nipped her nose. “Turns out you’ve got a thing for bad boy
Zion could sense Gwen’s cautiousness and chuckled softly. Then, he cupped her face and planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. We agreed to save that for our wedding night. Besides, I just drank last night, so I probably wouldn’t be much use. I want your first time to be special, so I’ll make sure I’m well-prepared.” Gwen’s cheeks turned crimson. She buried her face in his chest, mumbling, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” How peculiar! Back then, even though they were together, their relationship had always been proper and restrained. But now, here they were, sharing a bed, their bodies so intimately close it was both thrilling and embarrassing. Gwen had never experienced this before. Zion seemed to understand her thoughts. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I haven’t either. Before the wedding night, I’ll make sure to study hard.” Gwen didn’t dare ask how he planned to “study,” though she had a pretty good idea—i
Zion maintained a respectful demeanor and immediately greeted, “Mr. Noah.” Noah, however, didn’t make things difficult for him. He gave a light cough, which could be considered acknowledgment. Then, turning to his youngest daughter, he said, “Go upstairs first. Your mother’s been waiting for you all night; she probably has something to say to you.” Gwen hesitated and didn’t move at first. Zion gently nudged her, his voice soft, “You should go.” Only then did Gwen start to move. But before heading upstairs, she walked over to Noah. As the youngest daughter and the most adept at charming her way out of trouble, she hugged her father. Only then, with visible reluctance, did she head upstairs. Her father’s anger dissipated by more than half after the hug. Watching her go, Noah turned his attention to Zion, his tone calm but firm: “Have a seat. Let’s talk.” Zion immediately sat down and, with practiced ease, poured Noah a cup of tea. Noah feigned irritation and remarked, “
But Gwen was not satisfied.With reddened eyes, she pitifully asked again, "Are you married? Is there someone else by your side? Do you still love me?"As she asked, she was more persistent than before, yet it made the man's heart ache even more.Zion remembered that when they parted ways, Gwen was still an innocent, naive girl. Now, however, she was willing to ask such direct and revealing questions. The braver she became, the more pain he felt in his heart.Zion no longer teased her. He looked into her eyes and answered seriously."No, I'm not married. There's no one else by my side. Her leg healed, and she got married earlier this year. And yes, I still love you. Very much."...Gwen's eyes turned even redder.Her voice trembled as she said, "That doesn't mean I have to be with you. I'm still mad at you."Zion took a step forward and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. It had been five years, and now she had become a teary little kitten. He remembered how
At that moment, Gwen was completely flustered. She didn’t understand what Zion meant, nor did she understand why he was deliberately getting close to her. She wanted to ask, but before she could, Zion had already led her out of the car. The restaurant arranged by the school leadership was nearby, just off campus. Gwen had been there with Zion before, but not in a private room. Returning to an old haunt brought a sense of nostalgia. Zion walked side by side with Gwen. He was six-foot tall, and she was about five-foot-five. They made for a strikingly good-looking pair. Considering their history, the school leaders naturally couldn’t resist teasing them a bit. Gwen felt slightly uncomfortable and replied, "We were young and foolish." Over the years, Zion had grown seasoned in the business world, exuding an effortless charm. He responded with a light smile, "I wonder if we can pick up where we left off—still holding a grudge?" As soon as those words were said, the schoo
After running away in a flurry that night, Gwen retreated into her home, avoiding the world outside for several days. Her father, Noah, meanwhile, busied himself with his new hobby of keeping turtles—purchased on a whim after his wife, Gwynn, teased him for being too old. In an attempt to prove his youth, Noah even released the turtles back into the wild one evening, making a point of marking one with the name "Zion" on its shell in a bold act of petty revenge. Gwynn, ever the pragmatist, found the gesture immature and pointless, but it brought him a fleeting sense of satisfaction. Gwen, however, was unaware of the antics her father had indulged in. All she knew was that her father had been unusually concerned during her self-imposed seclusion, urging her to get out and take a break. Noah's insistence that she shouldn’t remain cooped up at home was an attempt to draw her back into the world, to reconnect with life. But she couldn’t shake the weight of everything that had transp
In the lounge, Gwen curled up in Tegan’s embrace, crying silently. Tegan gently stroked her smooth black hair, sighing softly. “If you really like him, I’ll help you talk to him.”Gwen sobbed quietly, “Dad will say you’re being rebellious.”Tegan paused for a moment, then replied, “Your brother will help me, won’t he?”Gwen clung to Tegan, continuing to cry softly. She remembered that today was Yeager’s full moon celebration and decided to cry for just a little while. After all, who hasn’t shed tears in their youth?At that moment, there was a knock at the door. From the sound of it, the person outside had a very refined aura. Tegan immediately guessed who it was; it certainly wasn’t her husband. She gently rubbed Gwen’s head. “I’ll go answer it.”When Tegan opened the door, as expected, it was Zion standing outside. The two locked eyes, and after a moment of silence, Tegan calmly spoke, “You two talk.” Zion nodded.In the quiet lounge, the soft sound of Gwen’s crying fill
The following August. It was the party for Ocelotte and Molly's child. Molly had given birth to a boy, named Yeager Sanders, a name chosen by her eldest brother-in-law, Lorian. She was very fond of the name. As for Lorian and Tegan's youngest son, he was named Fergus Sanders. Yeager and Fergus were the next generation of boys in the Sanders family. However, the first child was still Lola, the one and only little princess. She loved following Gwen around. The little girl was now three and a half years old and about to start kindergarten. On the day of Yeager's party, Gwen was still taking Lola around, but she unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance. It had truly been a long time. Since the year Zion had left for another country, although they had occasionally bumped into each other, they hadn’t had the chance for a proper meeting. How many years had passed? Gwen didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to calculate. She vaguely felt it had been four