Mason did not immediately let her go.

He pressed her against the wardrobe door, his large palm slipping into her robe, teasing her lightly, "What could be more important for you to do than me?"

Zoe, of course, was familiar with such tricks from a man like him.

She slightly tilted her head, enduring his teasing. Occasionally, she could not help but let out a soft moan.

After a while,her eyes were misty as she spoke, "Mason, I told you that I was not going to be locked up like a bird in a cage. The freedom to go where I want and do what I want was part of the deal."

Mason did not inquire. He released her, giving a light snort. "It seems Mrs. Lockwood is planning to do something big."

Then, right in front of her, he took off his bathrobe and started dressing.

Mason had a great figure.

He had a tall and well-built frame, covered with a thin layer of natural muscles, not an ounce of excess fat, but also not the type of muscle mass developed in the gym.

He stripped down to just a bl