Zoe's resistance was futile against the force of Mason's ardor, even in sickness.

Mason easily pinned her beneath him.

Gradually, Zoe lost her strength. Eventually, she stopped struggling, burying her delicate face in the dark-colored couch. She refused to look at him or respond.

In his anger, Mason could not help but become more aggressive. He pinched her delicate chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look at him. His words were anything but pleasant.

"Mrs. Lockwood, let's see who can make you moan louder."

Zoe felt humiliated. She turned her face away, but Mason held her tightly. She could not escape.

Reluctantly, she was forced to stare at his handsome face.

The dim yellow light surrounded Mason, casting a soft halo around him. However, there was no tenderness in his eyes. His forehead, side profile, and neck were covered in sweat.

Mason was getting carried away, both mentally and physically. Finally, when emotions reached a critical point, he lowered his body, bit