Mason tilted his head back, exhaling a slow stream of gray smoke. He glanced at Leslie, saying, "I'm not a comedian."

Leslie choked on the smoke. He was about to ask about Zoe when Gabriela approached with a glass of red wine.

She had dressed up meticulously for the occasion. She wore a dress that exuded femininity, and every move deliberately showcased her womanly charm.

Seating herself next to Mason, she spoke in a familiar tone, "Mason, why didn't you bring Zoe along? Since you two got mar