Zoe had no idea that Mason’s mind went to a dark place.

She took care of their kids as if everything was normal. Her delicate face was filled with affection as the morning light shone on her. Any man who set sight on her would want to have her as their wife for the rest of their life.

Yanni was warm and loving. She ate her breakfast enthusiastically.

Jamie, on the other hand, was much colder and aloof. He was close to two years old now. He could have breakfast without any help, but it didn’t seem like he was savoring his food. Instead, it looked more like he was mechanically completing a task.

Picking up a glass of milk, Zoe drank half of it and said warmly, “You were like this too, Mason. You ate everything mechanically and never took a moment to savor its taste.”

“I’m the same now.” Then, he lowered his voice. “I’d much rather savor something more delicious!”

Yanni dug into her casserole and asked with a crisp voice, “What do you mean, Dad?”

Zoe kicked him in the shin under