Chapter 64


    He carried his luggage downstairs, and Zoe, with delicate white fingers, gently tugged at the hem of


    his shirt. She was on the verge of tears.


    Mason had no intention of relenting. After all, he didn''t love Zoe.


    Despite her pleas, he got into the car and left. He spent about a week in Hucksburgh, during which


    time Lilith underwent her first leg surgery. It was also the week when the media exposed Mason''s


    rtionship with Lilith, leading to the first rumors of an extramarital affair.


    Upon his return from the business trip, Zoe made no mention of her family matters. She attended to


    him as she used to, packing his suitcase and preparing a bath.


    After Mason bathed, he slept with her twice. It was the quietest intimate encounter they had had


    since marriage. Neither of them made a sound, and Zoe buried her face in the pillow, suppressing


    her body''s pleasure, reluctant to make a sound.


    She felt guilty.


    After the lovemaking, Mason sat at the edge of the bed, smoking silently. Zoe softly mentioned


    needing money, and after observing her for a moment, Mason wrote her a check for 15 thousand


    dors.


    Over a yearter, Mason still remembered the moment. Zoe''s fingers trembled so much she could


    hardly hold the check.


    Mason thought, perhaps from that moment, that Zoe no longer had any love or liking for him. It was


    from that moment onwards that she transformed from Mason''s wife to Mrs. Lockwood.


    There was a knock at the door, interrupting Mason''s reminiscence. The housekeeper''s voice


    echoed, "Sir, dinner is ready. Will you being down now?"


    "In a little while," Mason responded.


    However, his gaze remained fixed on thest line Zoe wrote in the diary, thest trace of her girlish


    heart, a simple sentence that echoed loudly in Mason''s world.


    "Mason will never like me again."


    Mason read it repeatedly.


    In the end, he pulled out a cigarette but didn''t light it. He contemted the emotions behind Zoe


    writing those words.


    Outside, the housekeeper spoke again, "Sir, are you asleep? The house just called. Madam wants


    to see Mrs. Zoe. When will you bring her over?"


    Mason put the diary back in ce.


    Changing into another set of clothes, he went downstairs to eat.


    While having dinner, the housekeeper cautiously brought up the matter from earlier. She even


    added, "Today is Mrs. Zoe''s birthday. In previous years, we would especially serve her favorite food


    on this day."


    Mason paused. He looked up and asked, "Today is Zoe''s birthday?"


    The housekeeper blurted out, "Yes! Sir, don''t you remember?"


    Upon saying that, the housekeeper remembered Mason''s troubled rtionship with his wife and the


    rumored affair with a mistress. She even heard that he had set off a night of fireworks for his


    mistress'' birthday.


    At this moment, the housekeeper regretted talking.


    Mason didn''t me her.


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    After a moment, he suddenly said, "Go to the kitchen and make her favorite food."


    The housekeeper thought their marital rtionship was improving, feeling delighted. She


    immediately went to the kitchen. Soon, she brought back a bowl of pasta. The aroma was enticing.


    Mason quietly finished the noodles.


    He thought this was the first time he had celebrated Zoe''s birthday, but it should also be thest.


    Zoe was in pain, wanting a divorce.


    If that was what Zoe wanted, then he would grant her wish.


    He thought to himself, with so many women in the world, there should be plenty suited to be Mrs.


    Lockwood.


    There was no need to cling to the events of three years ago and keep Zoe tied to him. He didn''t love


    her. It simply wasn''t necessary.


    Yes, it was not necessary.