He carried her onto the bed.

Clothes, shoes, and stockings were tossed on the floor in a suggestive mess.

Zoe, feeling the effects of the alcohol, sensed a swaying sensation everywhere. Unable to resist, she wrapped her arms around Mason's shoulders.

At that moment, the phone on the bedside table rang.

It was Zoe's phone.

Zoe reached out to grab it, but Mason got hold of it first. He anticipated it might be Cecil trying to make a move on his wife again.

However, upon opening it, he found a message from an unknown contact with an attractive and youthful profile picture.

"Zoe, can I see you again?"

Mason's face turned as cold as ice. He stared at Zoe. "You met this guy at the bar? Did you give him your number?"

In reality, it was Ella who gave him Zoe's number.

However, Zoe was in no mood to confess at this moment. Not only did she avoid explaining, but she also clung to his neck and spoke with a soft and charming tone, "Yes! He's a young and handsome guy! Mason, you can flirt