Chapter 110

Mason was about to say something when the door to the operating

room swung open. The doctor came out and let out a sigh of relief.

“We pumped the patient's stomach and managed to stabilize her. We're

going to work with the police to get to the bottom of this incident, Mr.

Mason. Just leave it to us!”

Mason, however, remained calm.

Leaning over, he gave some instructions to Ava. “Have Lilith transfered

to Lockwood Hospital at dawn.”

She nodded in response, the bags under her eyes clearly visible.

Carly spoke hesitantly, “You have to stay by Lilith’s side, Mason! She

could've died. She needs you now!”

Ava snapped at her, “Mr. Mason isn’t a doctor, for Heaven's sake!”

That silenced Carly immediately.

Then, Mason looked at Cecil and smiled, “I came here in such a hurry

that I didn't have time to explain everything to Zoe! She's probably

wrapped in her her blanket, feeling upset. Don't worry, Cecil. I'm going

to go home and keep her company now.”

He checked the time and continued, “I still have seven hours before I

have to go to work. That should give me enough time to make my wife

happy again!

“It's like they said, a couple shouldn't carry a grudge to bed. You really

should find a lady and get married as soon as possible, Cecil. Then

you'll be able to relate to what I'm saying now.”

There was sarcasm as well as ambiguity in his tone.

Did he really think Cecil didn't understand?

He watched as Mason left, lowered his gaze, and smiled faintly. What

was funny was that Mason himself didn’t seem to realize that he cared

very much about Zoe. Ordinary husbands wouldn't have cared this

much about their wives.

In fact, the ambiguity in Mason's tone was a clear indication that he

was being possessive of her.

It was already one o'clock in the morning by the time Mason returned to

his manor. The entire place was pitch dark when he got out of the car.

Raising his head, he saw that the lights on the second floor were

switched off as well.

It meant that Zoe had not waited up for him.

He smoked a cigarette before he took his coat off and headed upstairs.

He didn’t turn on the lights when he opened the bedroom door. Instead,

he walked over to the bed, took off his shoes, and laid down next to

her.

Embracing her, he pressed his face against hers. She shivered slightly

in response. That meant she wasn't sleeping. She was probably in a

foul mood too.

The room was pitch dark. He spoke softly, “Why aren't you asleep?”

Lying quietly on her pillow, she paused for a long time before answering

softly, “I was about to fall asleep.”

He chuckled a little. All of a sudden, he reached into the blanket and

flirted with her gently, the same way he did before he left. She squirmed

a little because she didn’t like it, but he held her tight and spoke in her

ear with his husky voice, “Did I wake you up, then?"

It was almost as though he was the kind of husband who doted on his

wife!

Zoe might have stopped loving him, but she still felt the urge to cry

when she heard him. Her eyes started to well up with tears. She was

glad he didn't turn on the lights. Otherwise, he would've seen her in this

sorry state, and it would be deeply embarrassing.

She didn’t respond to him, neither did he push for an answer. He

merely held her in his embrace and fondled her. Perhaps he did it out of

habit, or he simply wanted to make her feel good.

She put up with every single second of it, fighting hard to remain quiet.

Then, he got under the covers with her. She had worn a silk negligee to

bed and it was soft to his touch. On the other hand, he was still fully

clothed. He even carried the unique scent of the hospital's disinfectant

with him.

It was an ironic reminder that he had gone to the hospital to visit Lilith.

She tried to ignore it, but eventually it became too much for her to bear.

“Please take a bath, Mason.”

That was when he turned her over and pinned her on the bed. He

stared intensely at her when he spoke, “You didn't take the condoms

out because you were on your period. You took them out because you

thought I was filthy, didn't you?”

His words embarrassed her. Turning her face away, she buried herself

in the pillow and responded with a trembling voice that was filled with a

womanly charm, “That's not it! Just stop, Mason!”

Grabbing her hand, he guided it to touch himself. At the next moment,

he leaned in and kissed her very gently. He didn't release her lips until

she cried. Then, he spoke softly, “I'm not filthy, Zoe! I haven't slept with

Brittany or Lilith. Hell, I've never had sex with anyone else but you.”

That stunned Zoe. A tear fell and made her feel more embarrassed.

She had given up on him because of the experiences she went through

in the three years of their marriage. However, something stirred in her

heart when she heard him saying that he hadn't had sex with anyone

but her.

Lying down helplessly beneath him, she listened to his confessions. It

was almost as if he was baring his soul to her. He told her she was his

first. He had only ever masturbated when he went out on business

trips, instead of having one-night stands with the women he

encountered.

Then, he spoke somewhat crudely and said she was the only person

he had ever gone all the way with.

Mason wasn't lying. Zoe was the only person he had ever slept with.

She encompassed the entirety of his sexual experiences. Every

position he had ever done, she had been who he had tested it on. She

was the only one he tormented in bed.

He wasn't the type of man who spoke much about sex and yet here he

was, talking about it with her tonight. It was an electrifying conversation.

He looked nothing like his usual, serious self, a man so stoic he gave

off the impression that he was asexual.

Given his charms, seduction was an easy game for him. At the very

least, Zoe's face was slightly red. Her face felt so hot when he touched

it. Chuckling, he turned on the night lamp and saw that her negligee

was askew and her hair was strewn over the pillow.

She looked so beautiful in that moment that it shook him to his core.

He finally understood why some men refused to have sex with their

wives when they were on their period. It wasn't because the other men

held themselves their lust. Instead, it was because these men hadn't

had a lady who was hot enough to make them lose control and obey

their feral instincts!

Suppressing his lust, he held her neck and kissed her. He muttered in a

trance, “l wish I could do it with you until you can no longer move!”

What he said let slip his kink. When all was said and done, he still

preferred to have rough sex.