I Refuse to Divorce!

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

Zoe whispered, "Should I get off?"

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

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

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

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

With lowered brows and willing to sit on his lap, he believed he understood 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 his thoughts emerged, his hand had already slipped under her loose hospital attire. Impatiently, he seemed rough in his actions.

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

Mason pushed the medicine box aside. With one hand gripping her waist, 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 resisting him.

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

He pressed against her cheek, his voice vibrating with a trace of restrained desire, "Does your obedience mean you've made a choice and 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, the struggle within their bodies intensified.

Under his gaze, Mason willfully manipulated her, making her gasp as he 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 her closer. Their faces were pressed together, foreheads touching, and nose bridges firmly against each other.

Zoe's nose reddened, her eyes moist. Mason always enjoyed tormenting her body, seemingly finding pleasure when he witnessed her 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 the overwhelming sensation, leaning against his shoulder and breathing softly.

"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've decided to come back, I have two requests.”

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

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

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

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