I Refuse to Divorce!

Mason flew back to Brookesville on Friday evening. Ava and his chauffeur picked him up at the airport.

Ava asked him when he got in the car, “Are you going back to the company or your manor, Mr. Mason?"

He had worn himself out, working for the entire week. Rubbing his brows, he said, “Take me to Zoe's apartment.”

Ava seethed with jealousy.

After a brief pause, she asked softly, “Are you going to take her back home? Did you guys have a fight?”

He frowned, “You crossed the line, Ava.”

That frightened her and shut her up. Putting both of her hands on her knees, she clutched the hem of her skirt. Women had a sixth sense about these things and she could sense that Zoe was becoming more important to Mason as time went by.

She found another photo frame on his desk a few days ago. Zoe's picture was in it. After being married for three years, he had finally fallen in love with Zoe after all.

The chauffeur dropped Ava off at her place on their way to Zoe's apartment. By the time they made it to Zoe's apartment, it was already late evening and dusk was settling in. A dim evening light was doing its best to hold back the impending darkness.

Zoe was taking a stroll with Gordon. They were murmuring with each other as they walked.

Then, a black limousine stopped right in front of them. The car door swung open and out came Mason. He was dressed in a formal attire. Wearing a black pin-striped suit,he looked dashing and refined in the evening light.

Gordon was not pleased to see him. However, he didn't let it show. Zoe needed to stay with him after all. He sighed internally and thought his daughter wouldn't have to put herself through this if the Sanders were still at the top of their game.

Taking out the gifts from the trunk, Mason ordered the chauffeur to bring them upstairs. Then, he said to Gordon in a smile, “You look well, Dad.”

Gordon was about to say something, but he decided otherwise. In the end, he merely patted Zoe's shoulder and said, “Mason's here to take you home. Go on up there and tell Mia that you're going back home!” Mason stared at her.

Truth be told, she didn't want him to stay at their apartment. So, she went upstairs with her father, packed up her stuff, and got ready to leave. However, she was very reluctant to go.

Mia stuffed a passbook into her hands. She checked it and found that it had twenty million dollars in it. Looking at Mia, she grumbled, “I saved this for you and Dad, Mia!"

Mia said, “This is the money you got from selling our old villa. Take it with you. It'd be great if you could buy it back! Your dad actually went back to check on it quietly. I saw him wandering at the entrance for a long time. I can tell he’s finding it hard to let go of the place.”

Zoe was distressed to hear that.

“Okay. I'll buy it back if I ever have the chance!”

However, she knew that was easier said than done. After all, she sold off their villa at far less than its actual value back then!

Sitting in the car, her eyes were slightly red. Mason leaned over and looked at her. He was tired but he still spoke gently, “Couldn't bear to leave your place? You can stay there again next time if you want to!" She didn't tell him about the old villa. Instead, she responded to him briefly and nonchalantly.

He kissed her chin, pressed his lips on hers, and muttered, “I was only gone for a few days, but it seems I have really missed you! This is something I've never felt before.”

Putting the sentiments aside, it was hard to resist a dashing, young man like him when he flirted with her.

She got his surprise gift when she stepped foot into their manor. The painting “Crabapple in the Rain” was hanging in the room where she usually practiced playing the violin. It had been placed in a spot where she could see it easily while she played the violin.

Brushing the painting with her lean fingers, she couldn't stop herself from touching it. She muttered, “How did you know that I love this painting?”

He stood behind her, leaned over, rested his chin on her shoulders, and chuckled, “Gregory wanted to buy it and the curator gave me a call. So, I bought the painting at double the price!

“Initially, I wanted to buy each and every painting your late mother made so I could give them all to you. Then, I thought only nouveau riche fools act like that. Moreover, I think an artwork should be shared with the entire world, instead of being stored in a single person's place. If I had done it the other way around, then the paintings would've lost their value and appeal. Giving you your favorite painting is a much better way to do it.”

He had virtually never said anything like this to her in the past three years and yet, here he was, doing something that moved her again. She had to admit that something stirred in her heart, but she remembered that a lady shouldn't appear too eager and concealed her feelings.

On the other hand, Mason was a perceptive man. How could he not tell what she was thinking?

Holding her slender waist, he whispered in her ear, “Do you love it? If you do, would you take mercy on me and let me sleep with you tonight?”