Chapter 62
After about half an hour, a nurse approached him cautiously and said, “Mr. Mason, Mrs. Zoedoesn’t seem to have much appetite today. She didn’t touch the breakfast we sent over. Would you like me to persuade her?”
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Zoe shook her head. “I’m not hungry”
Mason’s deep and mysterious gaze made it hard to decipher his emotions.
Zoe’s heart pounded.
At that moment, he walked slowly toward her, stopping at the bedside. He reached out and took the book from her hands. Zoe instinctively tightened her grip on the bedsheet.
This gesture didn’t escape Mason’s notice. He extended his hand to gently stroke her delicate face.
Zoe trembled beneath his touch.
She feared him.
Mason’s eyes grew even darker, and his voice became slightly hoarse. “Are you not hungry, or do you not want to eat? Or, is it the fact that you’re with me that makes it hard to eat? Zoe, tell me… hmm?”
He rarely called her Zoe. Most of the time, he addressed her as Mrs. Lockwood, with a hint of mockery.
Zoe closed her eyes slightly. Her neck tensed, and after a moment, she spoke.
“Mason, can we get a divorce? Can you let me go? There’s no love between us, and you even hate and loathe me. Why continue this? I want a normal life. I don’t want to be Mrs. Lockwood anymore.”
She pleaded with tears in her eyes. She rarely begged him like this. These past three years, no matter how badly he treated her, she never cried and broke down like this.
Being with him seemed to cause so much pain now.
Mason recalled the times when she genuinely liked him.
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