Mason knew that she was wrestling with herself.

She had lost her memory and she was holding her director and doing some naughty stuff with him. Furthermore, she didn’t remember a thing about having sex with someone. He knew that she was scared at that moment.

Zoe didn’t know how to take the sheer pleasure he was giving her. When she could no longer take it, she leaned on his shoulder and bit it through his shirt. It pained him a little, but it was a small price to pay, now that he was reunited with her.

Lowering his gaze, he stared at her. She was shivering all over. He couldn’t help but lean in her ear and talk dirty to her the way only a husband could talk to his wife, “This isn’t even the real deal. Does it feel this good already?”

She simply didn’t have the strength to respond to him.

Then, the deed was done. Ignoring his own lust which was still burning, he leaned back on the couch and sipped on the porridge she was feeding him. None of them wanted to ruin this brief momen