I Refuse to Divorce! novel Chapter 147

Mason flew to Hucksburgh, and by the time the car arrived at Hucksburgh Hotel, it was nine in the evening.

Neon lights were shining brightly.

The night was gentle and charming.

Mason stepped out of the black RV. At first glance. He saw a couple strolling side by side.

His wife was with another man.

In the early winter night, she wore a deep camel cashmere coat. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders with a slight curl, adding a touch of romance to the night. Her face was serene, and there was even a hint of joy in her expression, especially when she talked to Cecil. Her gaze was focused.

It was nothing like when he looked at her, cold and indifferent.

Mason, in his distinguished attire, stood in the hotel atrium. He raised his hand to check the time.

When he saw the photo in the late afternoon, it was exactly six o'clock. Now it was already nine, meaning for these three hours, Zoe had been with Cecil, spending time together like lovers.

Mason walked toward them.

Zoe turned her head, inadvertently catching sight of him. The smile on her face faded.

Mason reached her side, but his words were directed at Cecil, "Cecil, what a coincidence. Meeting unexpectedly is better than a planned encounter."

After a moment, Cecil extended his hand for a handshake. He smiled slightly. "Whether this is a chance encounter or a planned meeting is up in the air."

Mason looked at Zoe. His voice was soft. "I haven't eaten yet. Would you join me for a meal?"

Without waiting for Zoe's response, he grabbed her wrist and said to Cecil, "Let's catch up another time, Cecil. It's getting quite late."

Cecil had his assumptions but remained noncommittal.

As Mason led Zoe away, he suddenly stopped Mason. Beneath the neon lights, he looked at Mason earnestly. "If you really like her, don't make her cry."

Mason glanced at Zoe.

A jealous husband questioning his wife indicated his concern. His wife's silence signified her indifference.

Mason couldn't bear it. He lowered his head to kiss her.

He tasted the flavor of red wine.

Lifting his gaze, he stared into her eyes. "Did you drink with him?"

Zoe took his phone from his pocket, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and casually opened it. She flipped through until she found a photo. It was her encounter with Cecil in the restaurant.

Zoe smiled coldly. "Are you still stalking me? You really are despicable."

She lightly slapped him.

Mason didn't deny it. He grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers.

As Zoe moved, he silently pressed her back. Neither knew who had lost their heart in those deep and shallow invading kisses.