His grip on her hand was very firm.

Backing off gently, Mason closed the door with his wheelchair, preventing the servants from peeping in. Then, he pulled Zoe closer to him. It seemed he wanted to pull her into his arms and make her sit on his lap.

Concerned about the servants outside, she rejected it.

However, he pulled at her harder and made her sit on his lap. Her eyes were red and she started fighting back. Then, he said softly, “It’s easier to talk this way.”

She was about to say some