Mason embraced Zoe.

He spoke intimately to her, a level of closeness she was notaccustomed to.

She turned her face slightly and said, "Yes, Liam just left."

She wanted to continue packing, but Mason blocked her. He held herslender waist, leisurely caressing her body without any apparent ulteriormotives. It was as though he was just passing the time.

After being married to him for several years, Zoe knew how he was wasall too well. She did not resist. She let him touch her.

After a while, Mason finally stopped, "What did you and Liam talkabout?"

Zoe's voice was calm. "Shares and the lawsuit."

Mason waited for a while, but she did not bring up Gregory or hisunwarranted advances. His gaze deepened as he looked at her for along time.

Rather than revealing what he had seen, Mason changed the subject."By the way, I had Ava replace an apartment with a great location andenvironment. It's perfect for your dad and Mia to live in. You can checkit out tomorrow, okay?"

He was considerate, but Zoe remained unmoved.

She knew Mason too well.

He gave away 2% of Lockwood Corporation's shares, spent threemillion to bring Liam back for the lawsuit, and wanted her to play therole of a loving wife to maintain his positive image.

Zoe's expression remained indifferent. She agreed, but Mason foundher attitude to be cold.

He pinched her chin, capturing her lips in a kiss. When she could notresist and let out a soft moan, he held the back of her neck, whispering,"Mrs. Lockwood, I'll be waiting for you at home tomorrow night.”

Zoe trembled. She knew what he meant.

Zoe was discharged while Mason had an important meeting to attend.He sent Ava to pick her up.

As Ava handled the discharge procedures, Zoe sat quietly in thehospital room. In front of her lay an expensive set of clothes. It was apure white Versace haute couture ensemble, a favorite brand amongupper-class women.

In the past, when she was Mrs. Lockwood, her wardrobe was filled withsuch clothes. Now, as she assumed the role of Mrs. Lockwood again,she had to put on these luxurious outfits again, playing the part of aproper high society wife.

Her delicate fingers gently stroked the exquisite fabric. Zoe's faceshowed a brief moment of confusion, but she did not linger in herthoughts for too long. She gently removed the loose hospital gown andput on the expensive outfit.

Ava, holding a checklist, knocked on the door.

Since Mason was not present, she did not bother to be polite and calledZoe by her name.

"Zoe, you can leave now."

Zoe turned around. Her gaze fell on Ava's face, and then, calmly, shesaid, "Ava, from now on, please call me Mrs. Zoe."

Ava hesitated. She had initially wanted to mock Zoe. In her eyes, Zoehad no status. However, when she met Zoe's gaze, she froze.

It was still that delicate face, the same pair of eyes, but something wasdifferent.

It was a kind of indifference, a coldness.

Zoe had hidden herself. She had put on a mask named Mrs. Lockwood.Ava was stunned.

She did not dare to act presumptuously and changed her tone to bemore professional. "Mrs. Zoe, the apartment should be all set by now.Let me take you to see it. Mrs. Mia should be there."

Zoe gave a faint smile.

With Mason's arrangements, the moving process was swift. The 216-square-meter apartment was indeed spacious and comfortable to livein.

However, Mia felt uneasy.

After the moving company left, she pulled Zoe aside, her gaze fixed onAva. "Why did Mason's people come to arrange this? Zoe, tell me, didyou..."

Zoe knew she could not hide it. She chose to be honest.

In a nonchalant tone, she said, "Yes, I've returned to Mason. Mia, takecare of yourself. I now understand that being Mrs. Lockwood is mucheasier than before. In the past, my ignorance on the matter causedtrouble for you and Dad."

Mia could not bear to hear such words. She did not want to cry, but shecould not hold back her tears.

Now she finally understood why Liam had suddenly returned to thecountry, why Noah's case was suddenly going so smoothly.

It was because Zoe had surrendered herself to Mason.

Zoe felt bad. She walked over, hugged Mia's shoulders, and softly said,“I'll take care of myself, Mia. Please take care of Dad."

Mia did not want her to be too sad. She wiped away her tears, forced asmile, and said, "At least have a meal with me. I made beef meatballsfor you. I'll go get the groceries.”

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