I Refuse to Divorce novel (Zoe and Mason) novel Chapter 96

Zoe's resistance was futile against the force of Mason's ardor, even in sickness.

Mason easily pinned her beneath him.

Gradually, Zoe lost her strength. Eventually, she stopped struggling, burying her delicate face in the dark-colored couch. She refused to look at him or respond.

In his anger, Mason could not help but become more aggressive. He pinched her delicate chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look at him. His words were anything but pleasant.

"Mrs. Lockwood, let's see who can make you moan louder."

Zoe felt humiliated. She turned her face away, but Mason held her tightly. She could not escape.

Reluctantly, she was forced to stare at his handsome face.

The dim yellow light surrounded Mason, casting a soft halo around him. However, there was no tenderness in his eyes. His forehead, side profile, and neck were covered in sweat.

Mason was getting carried away, both mentally and physically. Finally, when emotions reached a critical point, he lowered his body, biting sensually at her earlobe.

"Zoe, do you still like me?"

No one likes being forced, especially when there is no restraint. Mason created quite a commotion, and Zoe knew the servants downstairs had probably heard it all.

Tears welled up in the corners of Zoe's eyes. At this moment, she was not the calm and composed Mrs. Lockwood. She was just a woman being forced into a compromising situation.

She looked into his eyes and murmured in response to his question, "Why should I like you?"

Mason lifted his gaze slightly.

Zoe repeated, "Mason, why should I still like you?"

Suddenly, her emotions surged, and the body that had softened a moment ago began to struggle again. It seemed she could not endure his touch and possession any longer.

Her voice almost erupted from her throat, filled with a mixture of indignation and sorrow. "Even though I started a new life, you pulled me back. You make me wear only the clothes you like, the hairstyle you prefer, and even in bed, you have your preferences. So tell me, Mason, why should I still like you?"

Silence enveloped the room, disturbed only by the rustling sound of the night wind through the treetops.