I Refuse to Divorce

Chapter 59

Mason returned with congee, placing the items on a small round table. He was about to lift Zoe to eat when she, leaning against the headboard, spoke softly, "It's different."

Mason was puzzled for a moment.

After a while, he realized what she meant.

Zoe looked at him, her voice softer than before, "You're different. In the past, I loved you, so even if I didn't want to, I would endure because I wanted to make you happy."

"And now?"

In the gentle light, Mason gazed at her delicate face, speaking even more softly, "Now, you don't love me anymore, right? Zoe, I don't know when you stopped loving me, but I don't care. In this day and age, love is no longer important."

Mason was a businessman.

He didn't believe in love.

In the business world, no one discussed feelings. What men cared about the most was wealth, power, and influence. Wives, children, or even mistresses were just accessories to power.

After finishing his words, he went over to pick her up and walked toward the sofa.

Zoe's body trembled.

The hand wrapped in white gauze unconsciously curled behind her. This unconscious act showed her resistance and fear towards him.

Mason felt somewhat annoyed.

He snorted. "I'm not interested in violating a mummy."

Then, he remembered what the doctor had said.

Zoe's wounds were deep. If she didn't take good care of it, it might leave scars. If she wanted to remove them later, she would have to resort to cosmetic procedures.

His expression softened, and he gently put her down, the movement more tender this time.

"Eat. After you eat, you'll be able to run, Mrs. Lockwood."

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A hint of mockery accompanied the last sentence, but Zoe didn't care.

She ate quietly, almost making no sound, keeping a low profile.

Mason watched her delicate appearance, finding it hard to recall her determined look at the hotel. He couldn't help but think of Lilith, the girl who had impressed him with her violin skills and whom he had thought of marrying out of gratitude. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He had had a few meals with Lilith.

Perhaps due to her family's poor financial situation, Lilith would make some noise while eating. Mason didn't like it.

At that time, he thought since they wouldn't face each other every day after marriage, and maybe they would share meals only two or three times a week, he could endure it. Perhaps over time, he would get used to it.

Maybe his stare had been so intense that Zoe couldn't help but raise her eyes.

Their eyes met.

Mason was about to say something when she lowered her head again, continuing to eat quietly, showing no intention of speaking to him.

Suddenly, Mason's mood turned sour.

Clearly, Zoe didn't care about his feelings.

After gaining some strength from the meal, she climbed back into bed and rested.

She was cold and distant, treating him as if he were air.

Mason tidied up the dining table, staring at her for a few seconds. He lay down on the sofa and angrily turned off all the lights.

Mason inexplicably woke up in the middle of the night.

Opening his eyes, he found the hospital bed empty, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

'Is she taking a shower?'

Mason muttered a curse, got up, and abruptly opened the bathroom door.

Then, they both froze.

Zoe hadn't expected him to wake up, and Mason hadn't expected to see this scene in the bathroom. The bathtub was filled with water, and Zoe stood beside it, her body completely bare. Her long, black hair fell loosely around her waist, accentuating her slender figure and fair, supple skin.

Zoe was taking a shower.

With one arm injured, her movements were awkward.

Seeing Mason enter, she quickly covered her chest with her hand. Her long, slender legs unconsciously crossed as she trembled slightly.