I Refuse to Divorce novel (Zoe and Mason) novel Chapter 145

Having sent Lilith off, Mason returned to the second-floor master bedroom. He wanted to call Zoe downstairs for dinner, realizing it had been a while since they had a proper meal together.

He wanted to make things work with her.

As he entered the bedroom, the gifts he gave were carelessly piled in the corner, as if her indifference discarded his intentions. Mason knew Zoe did it on purpose. Whatever treatment he gave her before, she was throwing right back at him.

It was a back-and-forth game.

From the walk-in closet came faint sounds, like someone packing luggage. Mason hurried over.

Sure enough, Zoe was packing a suitcase. She was filling it with clothes, accessories, and her everyday items, cramming it full.

Mason watched, feeling a sudden ache.

He caught her wrist, pulling and guiding her onto the small sofa. Their bodies were now close, his voice dangerous. "Where are you going?"

Zoe didn't struggle. She looked up at her husband, observing the anxiety and urgency in his eyes as if he cared a lot about her.

She extended her slender fingers, gently brushing across his handsome face. "Are you done talking to her? Have you consoled her?"

This infuriated Mason.

He grabbed her hand to prevent her from fiddling around, saying with irritation, "I'm planning to send her abroad for treatment."

Zoe looked surprised, then calmly smiled. "You're hiding the mistress. Excellent!"

Mason bit his lip. "Don't twist my words."

Zoe's gaze turned cold. "Am I twisting your words, Mason? You say there's nothing going on between the both of you, but why do you keep helping her with her illness? Why do you stay by her side? You two embrace each other privately, so sweet and infatuated. Do you really have the audacity to say I'm twisting your words?"

A photograph was pressed against Mason's chest.

Frowning, he picked it up and froze.

It was a picture of him with Lilith.