Zoe took it, thanked him gently, and left.

Mason sat in the limousine and watched as she left. She was holding the bouquet of roses close to her chest and walking on the snow when he asked Luke softly, “Am I a bother to her?”

The old chauffeur responded immediately, “Impossible, Mr. Mason! Why, you’ve never spoken in this manner.”

Chuckling dryly, Mason said, “Well. I didn’t use to be a gimp!”

Sitting upright, he wore a gloomy expression on his dashing face. “Take me home!”

…

The snow kept falling since Christmas Eve and didn’t stop until it was New Year.

New Year was supposed to be celebrated.

However, Mason had a high fever that wasn’t coming down on that day. Layla called Ava, who came over to check and decided it was serious. So, she called Cecil over.

By the time Cecil arrived, Mason was already dizzy from the fever and slipping in and out of consciousness. He gave him an injection and called the private doctor over to ask about his condition.

Worried that she might be