I Refuse to Divorce!
Chapter 75

Zoe hadn't responded, but she found herself already pulled onto hislap. As she settled, Mason let out a muted groan, likely aggravated theligament in his injured thigh.

Zoe whispered, "Should I get off?"

Her slender waist was embraced, bringing them close. Mason exuded apurely masculine aura, a tempting warmth that was both near anddistant.

He lowered his gaze to her posture. She was clad in loose hospitalattire, sitting on the man's lap with her fair legs resting on the darkfabric of his trousers,. Itemitted an indescribable sense of taboo, as ifshe were entwined with a man.

Mason's voice grew huskier. "Just stay on my lap while you apply theointment.”

Zoe didn't resist further. She took the medicine box he handed her andsilently began applying the ointment. The soft lighting surrounded themas Mason, positioned higher, observed her expression.

With lowered brows and willing to sit on his lap, he believed heunderstood her choice.

She sacrificed herself to help her brother.

Suddenly, he felt a bit peculiar.

Whenever Mason felt peculiar, he tended to toy with people. As histhoughts emerged, his hand had already slipped under her loosehospital attire. Impatiently, he seemed rough in his actions.

Zoe was still applying the ointment. Her hand trembled, and she fell intohis embrace.

Mason pushed the medicine box aside. With one hand gripping herwaist, he used the other to tease her, his actions somewhat rough. Zoe,caught off guard, lightly bit his shoulder.

However, she remained submissive from start to finish, not resistinghim.

Mason knew it clearly. She wasn't doing this out of desire. It was all tobe a compliant Mrs. Lockwood, sacrificing herself for the sake of herbrother.

He pressed against her cheek, his voice vibrating with a trace ofrestrained desire, "Does your obedience mean you've made a choiceand are willing to be Mrs. Lockwood again?"

Zoe remained silent for a long time.

Mason easily guessed her thoughts.

He held her chin, forcing her to look at him. As their eyes met, thestruggle within their bodies intensified.

Under his gaze, Mason willfully manipulated her, making her gasp ashe pushed her limits.

"Don’t! Mason, I don't want—"

She couldn't not want it.

Mason was terrifyingly dominant, gripping her neck and pulling hercloser. Their faces were pressed together, foreheads touching, andnose bridges firmly against each other.

Zoe's nose reddened, her eyes moist. Mason always enjoyedtormenting her body, seemingly replaceing pleasure when he witnessedher collapse and lose control.

In the past, Zoe would have cried because it was too embarrassing.This time, she didn't cry. She managed to recover from theoverwhelming sensation, leaning against his shoulder and breathingsoftly.

"Mason, can you let me go now?"

Mason lightly touched her red lips. After a moment, he sneered. "What,are you going to pretend it didn't happen after you had your release?Your body is more honest than your mouth. All it took was my fingers."Zoe felt helpless. She wanted to avoid his fingers, but the next second,Mason held her chin.

“Let's talk about something serious, Mrs. Lockwood. Since you'vedecided to come back, I have two requests.”

He looked into her eyes, his voice slow. "You're not allowed to go to theImperial Hotel anymore, and you're not allowed to meet Cecil alone."He finally voiced his obscure thoughts. He might not love her, but hecouldn't allow another man to touch her. That was why he kept herimprisoned by his side.

Zoe found it pitiful. Although she agreed to go back with him, it didn'tmean she wanted to be his caged canary. She had flown out once andseen the vast sky. The outside world wasn't that scary.

Zoe didn't confront him. Not only did she not resist, but she alsoobediently leaned on his shoulder.

Her voice was soft, "Mason, don't lock me up. I want to work, even if it'snot at the Imperial Hotel. I want to do something of my own. Also, Idon't want a child for now."