Chapter 75

Zoe hadn't responded, but she found herself already pulled onto his

lap. As she settled, Mason let out a muted groan, likely aggravated the

ligament in his injured thigh.

Zoe whispered, "Should I get off?"

Her slender waist was embraced, bringing them close. Mason exuded a

purely masculine aura, a tempting warmth that was both near and

distant.

He lowered his gaze to her posture. She was clad in loose hospital

attire, sitting on the man's lap with her fair legs resting on the dark

fabric of his trousers,. Itemitted an indescribable sense of taboo, as if

she were entwined with a man.

Mason's voice grew huskier. "Just stay on my lap while you apply the

ointment.”

Zoe didn't resist further. She took the medicine box he handed her and

silently began applying the ointment. The soft lighting surrounded them

as Mason, positioned higher, observed her expression.

With lowered brows and willing to sit on his lap, he believed he

understood her choice.

She sacrificed herself to help her brother.

Suddenly, he felt a bit peculiar.

Whenever Mason felt peculiar, he tended to toy with people. As his

thoughts emerged, his hand had already slipped under her loose

hospital attire. Impatiently, he seemed rough in his actions.

Zoe was still applying the ointment. Her hand trembled, and she fell into

his embrace.

Mason pushed the medicine box aside. With one hand gripping her

waist, he used the other to tease her, his actions somewhat rough. Zoe,

caught off guard, lightly bit his shoulder.

However, she remained submissive from start to finish, not resisting

him.

Mason knew it clearly. She wasn't doing this out of desire. It was all to

be a compliant Mrs. Lockwood, sacrificing herself for the sake of her

brother.

He pressed against her cheek, his voice vibrating with a trace of

restrained desire, "Does your obedience mean you've made a choice

and are willing to be Mrs. Lockwood again?"

Zoe remained silent for a long time.

Mason easily guessed her thoughts.

He held her chin, forcing her to look at him. As their eyes met, the

struggle within their bodies intensified.

Under his gaze, Mason willfully manipulated her, making her gasp as

he pushed her limits.

"Don’t! Mason, I don't want—"

She couldn't not want it.

Mason was terrifyingly dominant, gripping her neck and pulling her

closer. Their faces were pressed together, foreheads touching, and

nose bridges firmly against each other.

Zoe's nose reddened, her eyes moist. Mason always enjoyed

tormenting her body, seemingly finding pleasure when he witnessed

her collapse and lose control.

In the past, Zoe would have cried because it was too embarrassing.

This time, she didn't cry. She managed to recover from the

overwhelming sensation, leaning against his shoulder and breathing

softly.

"Mason, can you let me go now?"

Mason lightly touched her red lips. After a moment, he sneered. "What,

are you going to pretend it didn't happen after you had your release?

Your body is more honest than your mouth. All it took was my fingers."

Zoe felt helpless. She wanted to avoid his fingers, but the next second,

Mason held her chin.

“Let's talk about something serious, Mrs. Lockwood. Since you've

decided to come back, I have two requests.”

He looked into her eyes, his voice slow. "You're not allowed to go to the

Imperial Hotel anymore, and you're not allowed to meet Cecil alone."

He finally voiced his obscure thoughts. He might not love her, but he

couldn't allow another man to touch her. That was why he kept her

imprisoned by his side.

Zoe found it pitiful. Although she agreed to go back with him, it didn't

mean she wanted to be his caged canary. She had flown out once and

seen the vast sky. The outside world wasn't that scary.

Zoe didn't confront him. Not only did she not resist, but she also

obediently leaned on his shoulder.

Her voice was soft, "Mason, don't lock me up. I want to work, even if it's

not at the Imperial Hotel. I want to do something of my own. Also, I

don't want a child for now."