I Refuse to Divorce

Chapter 62

Mason knew that Zoe's loss of appetite was not due to her physical condition but because of him. It was because he refused to divorce her, making her feel gloomy and reluctant to talk to people.

Without turning back, he calmly said, "I got it."

The nurse didn't dare to say much and quickly left.

In fact, the hospital staff had been gossiping these past few days.

Some said that Mason had a mistress outside, and Zoe couldn't bear it, so she attempted suicide. Others speculated that Mason loved Zoe too much, causing her to suffer from depression due to feeling overwhelmed. Though just idle chatter, no one dared to spread the news of Zoe's wrist- cutting incident.

After finishing his cigarette, Mason returned to the hospital room.

After three days of recuperation, aside from the scar on her wrist, Zoe could move freely. When Mason entered, she was leaning against the bed reading a book, her black hair cascading over her slender shoulders. She wore the loose blue and white hospital gown, still looking a little sick.

Mason glanced at the small round table, noticing that the breakfast was hardly touched. He gently closed the door. The subtle movement caught Zoe's attention, and as she looked up, her eyes met his.

Mason didn't immediately enter. He leaned against the door, observing her.

"The nurse said you haven't been eating much. Is it because you don't like this food? If there's something specific you want, I'll have our housekeeper prepare it for you."

Zoe shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

Mason's deep and mysterious gaze made it hard to decipher his emotions.

Zoe's heart pounded.

At that moment, he walked slowly toward her, stopping at the bedside. He reached out and took the book from her hands. Zoe instinctively tightened her grip on the bedsheet.

This gesture didn't escape Mason's notice. He extended his hand to gently stroke her delicate face.

Zoe trembled beneath his touch.

She feared him.

Mason's eyes grew even darker, and his voice became slightly hoarse. "Are you not hungry, or do you not want to eat? Or, is it the fact that you're with me that makes it hard to eat? Zoe, tell me... hmm?"

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Zoe closed her eyes slightly. Her neck tensed, and after a moment, she spoke.

"Mason, can we get a divorce? Can you let me go? There's no love between us, and you even hate and loathe me. Why continue this? I want a normal life. I don't want to be Mrs. Lockwood anymore."

She pleaded with tears in her eyes. She rarely begged him like this. These past three years, no matter how badly he treated her, she never cried and broke down like this.

Being with him seemed to cause so much pain now.

Mason recalled the times when she genuinely liked him.

Mason's emotions were mixed.

It was like that night when Zoe got drunk, murmuring in her dreams about not liking him, making him uncomfortable.

He thought he shouldn't feel this way.

He shouldn't pity her.

He withdrew his hand slowly.

When Zoe opened her eyes, Mason had already left the room. The door closed gently, and outside, the sound of Mason's footsteps echoed, gradually fading away.