I Refuse to Divorce

Chapter 143

Zoe returned to the mansion.

The white Maserati came to a stop, and a servant promptly opened the car door. The servant looked quite pleased, saying, "Madam, someone came to the house just now and brought a lot of valuable things."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She replied mysteriously, "It should be a gift from Mr. Mason."

The servant was genuinely happy for Zoe, thinking she had endured a lot. However, she didn't know the cruelty of this marriage for Zoe and how innocent she truly was.

Zoe didn't blame anyone. She just gave a faint smile. She ascended to the second floor and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. In the living room, there were numerous boxes filled with exquisite branded items of all kinds

There was precious clothing, rare jewelry, and high heels. There were even the haute couture dresses from the fashion show a few days ago that had been brought over.

It was all extravagant: a grand and obvious gesture Mason silently walked in. He embraced her from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder, and asked, "Do you like them?"

Zoe didn't say anything. She gently opened a box, revealing a pair of satin high heels adomed with diamonds. They were beautiful, and honestly, Masen had excellent taste.

Zoe smiled faintly. "How can a woman not like these things? Mason, is this your way of compensating?” Although she said she liked them, her tone was indifferent. Masen could sense it

He turned her body around and lifted her onto the armrest of the sofa. He took a step forward and created a somewhat embarrassing position in the middle.

The fabric of the man's straight-cut trousers lightly brushed against her.

Of course, she could feel it.

Zoe's face relaxed slightly. Mason, looking to kiss her, lowered his head. His voice carried a unique hoarseness, sounding very sexy. "Zoe, don't we also have enjoyable moments?”

“You mean, sex?"

She leaned back, extending her slender fingers to adjust his shirt collar thoughtfully.

"Mason, we'réevoth adults. It's about visua appeattfirst and then feelings. Who the other person is and = whether we love them or not isa t= that important. Look, you hate@me for three years, but it didn't hinder your abilities, did it?"

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Mason's gaze deepened.

He stared at her. "Are you saying that you could be just as happy with another man?"

Zoe said faintly. “There has to be visual appeal first.”

Mason kissed her lips, forcefully initiating a conquest, not allowing her to utter any more unpleasant words.

Everything she said about visual appeal being more important was all nonsense.

She could only be his and sleep with him.

Touching and kissing her, Mason was getting a bit carried away.

Zoe didn't want to be intimate with him. She pushed him away and said, "I'm not in the mood.”

Just as Mason was about to speak, the servant's voice came from the door, cautious, "Sir, Ms. Lilith is here and insists on seeing you."

Mason frowned.

He remembered saying not to let Lilith in, yet here she was again. However, he thought about it and said, "Let her wait in the small living room.”

After saying that, he looked at Zoe.

Zoe was still sitting on the armrest. of the sofa, playing with the high. heels ia her hand. Her expression was Somewhat playful as if she were watching a joke. Content ~~

That little expression made Mason feel oddly aroused He wanted to conquer her.

He lowered his head against her forehead, his voice gentle but dangerous. "I really want to kill you."

Zoe raised-her head, sneering. N ‘Killing: me is not as good as getting a divorce. Why burden yourself with the guilt of taking away a life?"

Mason wasn't angry.

He pressed against her lip, murmuring a few words. “Let's kill each other in bed."