Zoe felt disheartened, listening to him. She murmured, “If you could feel heartbroken for me, then how did we come to where we are today, Mason?”

She felt miserable and refused to say anything further. Taking her purse, she was about to leave. Then, Mason leaned over and held her hands gently, “At least stay for dinner with me!”

Shaking her head, she said softly, “It’ll never be appropriate for you to invest in me, Mason! Enjoy your dinner. I’m leaving.”

He kept his hand over hers. It was hard to tell what was on his mind. It seemed he pondered on the situation for a long time when he finally took his coat and said, “I’ll give you a ride home!”

He had always been assertive and wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, he took her out of the private room and into the black Bentley he parked outside.

The moment he opened the car door to the passenger seat, there was a ball of white fur on the seat. It was Sherry!

The little puppy was curled up into a ball, lying on the leather seat. It