I Refuse to Divorce!
Chapter 28

Zoe might have fought with him and wanted a divorce, but she would not do it at the cost of herhealth. What's more, she was really hungry. The barley porridge was tasty and easy to swallow. Shefelt much better after eating a bowl of it.

Mason leaned against the wall in front of the window. The dim light from the sky shone on his face,highlighting his handsome features. His neatly trimmed hair and sophisticated attire brought out hiselegant charisma.

He lit a cigarette but did not smoke it. Sticking his arm out the window, the evening wind scatteredthe wisp of smoke. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the bedroom that blended perfectly withhis aura.

He put out the cigarette when she had finished eating the porridge and looked at her, “Grandmacalled. She wanted to see you. What say you?"

Barbara had always been nice to Zoe. She did not have the heart to break her spirit by telling herabout their divorce. However, Barbara would replace out about it eventually. It was just a matter oftime.

After contemplating the matter for a while, she said, “You should explain everything to her, Mason.”"What do you mean?” He stared at her intensely. “Am I supposed to tell her you're not comingbecause we're divorced? In a hurry, are we? What's the matter? Are you worried that we'll keep youfrom pursuing your happiness?”

Zoe had no intention of explaining herself to him. She rose, intending to get changed and leave theplace. However, he stood in her way.

Pinching her slender arm, he said mockingly, “Consider it me buying your service. Twenty thousanddollars. How's that sound?”

Try as she might, she could not shake him off. Mason swiped her phone, unlocked it, and removedhis contact number from the blacklist. Then, he transferred twenty thousand dollars to her.

He said sarcastically, “You earn a measly two thousand dollars per night, working for Leslie.”

She said mockingly, “The fireworks show you put on for Lilith must've cost you at least a milliondollars!”

In the dim evening light, Mason looked at her and asked again, “What are you trying to say, Zoe?"Aggravated, she said, “I'm not saying anything! Let me go, Mason!”

However, Mason exerted more pressure on her arm. He fixed his gaze on her. His look would havebeen enough to make any woman weak in the knees.

Much time had passed, and he pulled her in closer. Zoe was almost pressed completely against him.She could feel his chest rising and falling through his shirt.

Mason leaned into her ear, the smell of his aftershave strong, and said, “Tell me. What do I have todo to make you say something?”

He was the one who asked her a question, but it seemed he did not plan on hearing her answer. Atthe next moment, he guided her hand to unbuckle his belt and his pants.

Zoe was a little shocked. Then, he kissed her. Her slender waist was in his arms when they fell ontothe couch. Mason was kissing her passionately and panting without reserve.

Pressing against her forehead, he was brushing her lightly with his nose. It was wet where their fleshpressed against each other.

That was unexpected. None of them were prepared for this. He could not think clearly. All hewanted to do was to kiss her and have sex with her. Deep down, he knew he was doing this forsome reason other than satisfying his carnal need.

It was the first time he had felt this way about her. He wanted to see her in tears, her body goingcompletely soft beneath him. He wanted to hear her voice. Landing passionate kisses on her ear, hesaid with a seductive and husky voice, “Just this once!”