Chapter 97
I Refuse to Divorce!
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. Mason's cold medicine?"
Zoe knew that Ava would not dare to give her orders now. It was
Mason's decision.
She did not say much, changed into a slightly more formal outfit, and
tidied up the medicine box scattered on the couch last night. When she
was about to leave, her gaze froze.
Last night, when Mason had forced himself on hre, he had left stains on
the couch. There was a small white mark upon closer inspection. Zoe
thought she needed to clean it herself. She did not want the household
staff to see it. After all, it would become gossip during their post-dinner
chats.
Mason had already gotten into the car when she reached the parking
lot. However, the rear window was rolled down.
Zoe handed the medicine box to him, softly instructing him to take one
pill twice daily.
Mason listened absentmindedly. When Zoe finished, he spoke
indifferently, "You're not going to ask where I'm going on this business
trip or how many days I am going for?"
He was intentionally making things difficult, and Zoe knew why.
She replied amiably, "Take care out there. Ava, please take good care
of Mr. Mason!"
The car window rose in front of her.
In front of the driver and secretary, Mason did not show Zoe any
respect. He was probably still upset. Zoe did not know what had
irritated him.
'It is possibly an early onset of a midlife crisis,â she thought.
Mason went on a business trip, and Zoe finally had some peace.
Of course, she still conscientiously took care of her husband, reminding
him to take medicine and be mindful of the autumn chill. She appeared
to be the perfect wife, and Mason's colleagues in the business world
occasionally heard praises for Mrs. Lockwood, saying she knew how to
take care of people.
Mason hung up the phone, his eyes slightly cold.
He wondered if she really did. He was sure that she was cursing him
right now.
Some gossip stirred up on the fourth day of Mason's business trip.
The previous night at 9 PM, when Zoe called him, a young woman
answered.
"Mr. Mason is taking a shower. It might be inconvenient to answer the
phone. Do you want me to call him?"
Zoe confirmed it was not Ava. But she was not surprised. After all, Lilith
was not exceptionally beautiful, and for Mason, being young and
energetic, seeking other companionship was quite normal.
Without revealing her identity, Zoe spoke gently, "Mason has a slight
fever. Advise him not to engage in strenuous exercise."
The woman on the other end blinked in surprise. She guessed it was
Zoe, interpreting her intentions...
The phone was snatched away.
It was Ava, who was feeling a bit flustered. Mason had been discussing
an endorsement deal with a leading female star when a waiter
accidentally dirtied his shirt. He booked another suite to clean up in the
bathroom, and Ava went to deliver fresh clothes.
Unexpectedly, the female star took a call on Mason's private line.
Ava glanced at the phone. The call had already ended.
It was Zoe who had called.
Ava was unsure how to handle the situation.
Mason walked in and, with a casual tone, asked, "Did Zoe call? What
did she say?"