I Refuse to Divorce!
Chapter 95

"Rub my temples for me," the man spoke, his voice hoarse.

Zoe set aside the book in her hands, surprisingly not harboring anyresentment. She leaned over to massage him. In the past, she hadlearned this skill to comfort him after long hours of work.

However, as soon as she touched him, she frowned slightly. "Mason,you have a fever!"

Mason opened his eyes. Due to his illness, his usually bright black eyesseemed dim. Suddenly, his hand reached for her slender waist as ifintending to engage in an intimate act.

Zoe restrained his hand, preventing him from acting recklessly.

Mason rarely fell ill, but his temper worsened each time he did. In thepast, Zoe had always accommodated him, taking care of himmeticulously and occasionally letting him have his way.

Mason, feeling unwell and unsatisfied, became even more disgruntled.His black eyes stared intently at Zoe. "What's wrong? You don't want todo it?"

Zoe took the initiative to sit on his lap, reaching for the medicine boxwhile maintaining this position. She proceeded to check histemperature.

Indeed, he had a fever of 39 degrees.

She did not argue with him. "I'll get your medicine and brew some tea.You shouldn't exert yourself right now."

Mason continued to tease her, his black eyes fixed on her, ignoring herwords. His gaze carried nothing but lust.

Then, he lazily retracted his hands and leaned against the couch.

Zoe sat up and adjusted her dress, ensuring the household staff did notnotice. Mason might not care about his reputation as a man, but shestill had to live in this house. Being too lascivious would invite gossipfrom the servants.

Seeing her cautious behavior, Mason could not help but snort. "We'remarried. Doing it in broad daylight is nothing to be ashamed of. Thehousehold staff are all mature. They won't say anything.”

Zoe thought differently, but did not argue. She went downstairs to getthe medicine and had the staff prepare tea, delivering it to the upperfloor.

By then, the sky had darkened, and the last trace of twilight wasengulfed by darkness. The bedroom was dim when Zoe turned on thelight.

When she turned on the light, Mason woke up.

His fever made him a bit drowsy. He only felt Zoe's gentle care as shehelped him to drink some water. Her body felt soft, and he could nothelp but desire more, grabbing her hand and reaching for his belt.

He spoke, his voice husky and dissatisfied, "You didn't cook the soup.Zoe, in the past, you used to personally make soup for me. In the past,you wouldn't refuse me."

Even if they did not engage in such activities, she would still help himrelease his desires.

However, Zoe refused, pushing his body away. "Mason, you're sick!"Mason's face turned cold. Staring at her for a while, he laughed coldly."You can't be bothered to deal with me because you don't love meanymore, right?"

He tossed a photo onto the table in front of her.

Zoe looked at the photo. It was of her and David, but David was onlycaptured from behind.

Mason's voice was dull. "You're all smiles and laughter with others, butwhen you're with me, you act indifferent. Mrs. Lockwood, can you tellme who he is?"

Zoe could not believe it. "You had someone follow me?"

Mason did not answer. He picked up a lit cigarette from the bedsidetable and extinguished it after taking a harsh drag.

Zoe was trapped in his embrace, unable to escape.

With one hand gripping her arms, Mason kissed her while utteringcrude words, "Last time at the club, you said you had no one you liked.Mrs. Lockwood, when you start moaning in pleasure shortly, don't justsay you like it. I want to hear dirtier things.”

Zoe was stunned.

Then, she began to struggle desperately. Mason had gone mad.

She did not want this. She did not want him.