I Refuse to Divorce!
Chapter 79

After Mia left, Zoe stood by the window, silently observing. She saw Miagoing downstairs, sitting on the roadside, sobbing uncontrollably.

Zoe had never seen Mia like this before. Even on the day the Sandersfamily went bankrupt, Mia maintained her composure without losingcontrol.

Ava was behind her, unable to resist asking softly, "Mrs. Zoe, do youregret it?"

Zoe lowered her gaze. After a moment, she smiled faintly. “I don't regretit. I've never regretted it."

She had no choice. There was no room for regret.

Zoe spent half a day at the apartment. When she left in the afternoon,she only took a small suitcase.

In the evening, as darkness fell, the sky was painted with colorfulclouds, and the twilight was exceptionally splendid. A luxurious blackRV passed through the ornate black gate, circling a few times beforestopping in the villa's parking lot.

Mason stood in the dusk, opening the car door for Zoe. He called herMrs. Lockwood.

With a handsome face, he revealed a charming smile, "Daisy preparedsome crabs for dinner. It looks delicious, and it pairs well with a bottle ofred wine."

He was very courteous, and Zoe knew it was the novelty of men. Eventhough they had been a couple for three years and spent countlessnights where he had thoroughly explored her body, Mason's heart wasnow filled with a conqueror's desires.

He had compelled her to return with his power. Any man in his positionwould feel triumphant, and Zoe believed that a fancy dinner was notwhat was truly on his mind.

She looked down and said calmly, "Mason, there's no need for all this.""No need for what?" Mason suddenly pressed her against the car.

The driver discreetly left, leaving only the two of them in the vastcourtyard. With their bodies close, she could feel his impressivecontours through the thin fabric of his clothes. The soft twilight glowilluminated Zoe's face, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Mason gently held the back of her head. He approached her face, hisvoice barely audible. "Mrs. Lockwood, what kind of couple do you planto be with me now that you're back? A loving wife in public, cold andindifferent in private?"

Zoe turned her face away helplessly. "Mason, you wanted me to comeback, and I'm back. What more do you want?"

Mason stared at her with his dark eyes. After a while, he let her go andsneered, "What do you think, Mrs. Lockwood?"

Zoe had just returned, and they were already at odds.

During dinner, the atmosphere was not as positive as Mason hadexpected it to be, and he ignored the bottle of red wine. After dinner, hewent straight to work.

Concerned about Zoe, the household staff advised her in a low voice,"Men like women to be obedient. madam. You should yield to yourhusband a bit, and life will be easier."

Zoe remained indifferent. She poured herself half a glass of red wineand sipped it lightly. After a while, she smiled faintly. “In the past, beingobedient to him didn't necessarily make my life any better."

The servant dared not say more. Zoe lightly savored her wine beforegoing upstairs. She quietly looked around as she entered the masterbedroom.

Everything was as it used to be. This place was once the one shedesperately wanted to escape, and now she was back. For the rest ofher life, whether it was five years or ten years, she could never breakfree until Mason declared that her role was done.

Zoe did not dwell on her emotions for too long. She entered thedressing room, took a bathrobe, and prepared to take a bath. Tonight,she knew Mason would not let her off easily. She hoped that relaxingher body a bit would make it more comfortable.

After soaking for about half an hour, Zoe's entire body was relaxed.She dried her hair and put on the bathrobe before coming out.Unexpectedly, Mason was already in the bedroom. He had taken ashower in the guest bathroom. He was now wearing a pure whitebathrobe, leaning against the bedside, reading a magazine. Only areading lamp was left in the bedroom, a signal he deliberately put out.Tonight, he wanted to...

Zoe looked at him for a moment, walked to the vanity, and sat down.She carefully applied her skincare products.

Mason patiently waited behind her.

When she was done, Mason put down the magazine. He walkedbehind her, embracing her body gently and giving her a light massage.His movements were gentle but not open to refusal.

Zoe could not help but be moved by his touch. She tilted her headslightly, her delicate throat tense, appearing fragile.

Mason lightly nibbled the soft flesh behind her ear, his voice carrying ahint of wickedness. "Where do you want to do it?"

Zoe reached back, embracing his neck. She trembled slightly beforeuttering, “Let's go to bed."

Mason chuckled lightly, picked her up, and kissed her as he carried Zoeonto the bed.

Mason supported himself with one hand and embraced her, kissing heruntil her whole body ignited. He unfastened her bathrobe's belt withone hand, eagerly joining her...