I Refuse to Divorce novel (Zoe and Mason) novel Chapter 69

Zoe didn't meet his gaze. She leaned against the headboard and spoke softly, "I guess those terms you laid out last night also include me turning a blind eye to Lilith and any future affairs, right?"

Mason remained silent.

Zoe continued, "Mason, the moment you chose to get involved with Lilith, you didn't need to consider my feelings anymore, did you? Besides, are we really husband and wife? Just like you said, we're just...marriage partners."

She made it clear. There was no need for her to act foolish and resentful anymore.

Mason sneered.

Approaching her, he lightly held her chin, using a slender index finger to stroke her rosy lips. He gazed at the moistened color, his voice slightly hoarse. "Quite articulate, I must say."

Unable to bear it, Zoe wanted to turn away.

However, Mason suddenly leaned in, pinning her against the head of the bed. His prominent nose and lips pressed against hers, a soft and enticing touch.

Mason lowered his gaze, his Adam's apple involuntarily moving up and down.

"Someday, I want to taste this."

Zoe wasn't an innocent girl anymore. After three years of marriage with Mason, she could easily understand the implications behind his words.

After a night out drinking, he sometimes asked her to help him with that matter, but she always refused. When he persisted, she would bury her face in the pillow and cry. So, she hadn't done that for him in the three years they'd been married.

In the past, she refused due to a woman's modesty.

Now, she was unwilling because she no longer loved him. Naturally, she wouldn't do such things for him.

Zoe's lips trembled.

Mason let her go and went to the bathroom to change into the clothes he had worn the night before. When he came out, he casually remarked, "I'll be waiting for your answer. Mrs. Lockwood. Don't keep me waiting too long."

Zoe looked up. Her eyes were red, filled with grievances and humiliation.

Mason snorted and turned to leave. Downstairs, the driver was already waiting. The black, elongated luxury car gleamed in the morning light.

The driver opened the door, holding the car roof, and asked, "Mr. Mason, are we heading to the company?"