I Refuse to Divorce!
Chapter 67

In the midst of Zoe's daze, Mason headed to the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of rushing water echoed from the bathroom,occasionally accompanied by the low, husky voice of a man.

Zoe was a mature woman now. She figured out that Mason wasattending to his physical needs in the bathroom.

After about 20 minutes, Mason emerged from the bathroom, wearing astandard white bathrobe. The collar was slightly open, revealing his fairand sturdy chest, covered in droplets of water trickling down his body.Mason paid no attention to these details. He walked over and stoodsilently at the bedside, observing the absent-minded Zoe.

After a while, Zoe looked up at him. The corners of her eyes werereddened, and her eyes were misty with tears. No woman could acceptsuch cruel treatment from her husband, even if she had endured such amarriage for three years.

She thought she had grown accustomed to it.

Mason looked at her pitiful face without the slightest change in hisemotions. All his compassion for Zoe vanished because of a simplecake.

If it were anyone else, it would be okay, but it had to be Cecil.

Mason's gaze was deep, and his voice, calm and restrained, seemed tocarry a great determination. He stared into Zoe's eyes and said, "I won'tdivorce you."

Zoe's lips trembled.

Mason faintly smiled and continued, "Zoe, anything I don't have, Cecilwon't have either."

He tossed a document bag onto the bedside.

Zoe realized what it contained.

She took the bag with trembling hands and quickly tore it open. Insidewas a pile of shredded paper, but she could still piece together itsoriginal form.

It was a divorce agreement, signed by Mason.

Now, it was torn to shreds.

Zoe looked on in a daze, blinking her eyes lightly. It turned out she hadmissed the chance for freedom just because of a cake. Masonwithdrew the last trace of mercy he had for her, deciding not to let hergo again.

Staring at the shredded documents, Zoe finally looked up at Masonafter a long time. Her voice, shaky and broken, uttered, "Mason, I don'tneed anything."

She was almost pleading.

However, Mason remained unmoved.

He was a man of business, always with a heart of stone. He waswaiting for his wife to calm down so they could continue the discussionrationally.

He watched Zoe's eyes lose hope, and he thought, “Good. I don't needan overly emotional wife."

Feelings were the most useless thing in the world to him.

To break the silence, Mason said with a calm and business-like tone,"Zoe, everything in this world has a price. Even marriages and feelings.If it's not available right now, it means the price has not been agreedupon.”

Mason lowered his gaze, towering over Zoe.

Zoe's face was as pale as paper.

He remained unmoved and continued with a heart of steel.

“I need you to be Mrs. Lockwood. Whether it's because you can carrymy name outside or because of my desire for you, I don't want tochange wives right now. If you're willing to be Mrs. Lockwood again, setthe price."

Zoe wasn't foolish.

Since Mason had brought it to this point, the conditions he was offering,or rather, the price he mentioned, had to be what she desired the most.She stared at him.

Suddenly, Mason chuckled. He reached out to gently touch her cheek,his voice tender.

"What you desire the most is Noah's freedom, right? Back when youwere upset with me, even refusing to sleep with me, it was all because Ididn't help your family and Noah. Okay, now I'll help you. Butremember, this isn't about emotions. It's a price. The price for you toreturn to being Mrs. Lockwood."