Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 110: To Know Each Other

Chapter 110: To Know Each Other

Mason stood there for a moment, just staring at Ellen. His expression was unreadable, as if he was trying to figure out how to respond to her sudden burst of excitement. Ellen could feel her heart pounding, waiting for his reaction.

Then, without a word, Mason turned around, retreating back into his office. He closed the door gently behind him with a soft click, leaving Ellen standing there, blinking in surprise.

Once. Twice. The silence hung in the hallway for a beat too long.

"Did he just...?" Ellen’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. She stared at the closed door, trying to process what had just happened. The nerve! A small huff escaped her lips as she marched forward, balling her hand into a fist, and began knocking on the door repeatedly.

There was a pause, and then the door opened slightly, just enough for Mason to poke his head out. "What?" he asked with a hint of frustration.

Ellen crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Hey, that was rude!"

Mason sighed, leaning his forehead against the edge of the door for a second before looking back at her. "I don’t have time for your nonsense, Ellen."

Ellen’s eyes widened, and she scoffed. "Nonsense? How is wanting to go on a date nonsense?"

Ellen stared at Mason, her frustration building as his casual dismissal sank in. Did he really think wanting to spend time together was nonsense? Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. Arguing wouldn’t get them anywhere, she knew that much. But she couldn’t let this go. Not when she was so sure of what they needed.

The truth was, for anything between them to grow—to become something deeper and more meaningful—they had to start from the basics. Maybe she hadn’t thought about it much before, but now, it seemed so clear. They were practically strangers in many ways, despite their circumstances forcing them together. What they needed was to go back to the beginning. To figure out who they were as individuals before anything else could fall into place.

And what was more basic than dating? The thought of it was almost laughable, given everything that had happened. Ellen knew it was a bold move. Mason wasn’t the type to indulge in things like this, but what was the harm?

She glanced back at Mason, who was watching her with that same poker face as before. He probably thought she was overreacting, but Ellen didn’t care.

Mason gave her a long look, his gaze flickering from her face to the book she still clutched tightly in her hands. His eyes narrowed slightly before he straightened up, pulling the door open fully. Without a word, he reached out, grabbing the book from her hand with a smooth, effortless motion.

"What—hey!" Ellen protested, trying to snatch the book back, but Mason had already turned it over, examining the cover with a critical eye. His lips twitched, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, I see..." He tapped the book’s cover with his finger. "This must be the reason you suddenly want something ridiculous like a date."

Ellen’s face flushed. "It’s not ridiculous! And it’s definitely not because of the novel." She huffed, yanking the book back out of his hands, hugging it to her chest defensively.

Mason, utterly unfazed, just shrugged and retreated further into his office. He moved toward the couch in the corner of the room, settling down with a heavy sigh, like a man already tired of the conversation. Ellen, not willing to let it go, marched in after him, her footsteps quick and determined.

"Come on, Mason," she said, exasperation clear in her voice as she followed him. "Let’s just spend some time together. You know, get to know each other better."

Mason leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms across the top and casting her a casual, uninterested glance. "There’s no need. We know each other well enough."

"Really?" Ellen challenged, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. If you know me so well, then tell me—what’s my favorite drink?"

Mason didn’t even hesitate. "Water."

Ellen’s jaw dropped. She stared at him for a second, then slapped her palm against her forehead in utter frustration. "Water? Seriously, Mason? My favorite drink is not water."

Mason glanced at her, one corner of his mouth twitching upward in what could only be described as a smug smile. "Everyone drinks water."

"Yeah, but not as a favorite!" Ellen retorted, throwing her hands up in the air.

Without thinking, she closed the gap until she was just inches from him. So close she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Her heart beat faster, but her gaze never wavered, eyes intently fixed on his, challenging him, daring him to say no again.

"Come on, Mason," she said, her voice quieter but more intense than before. "It won’t hurt. We’re husband and wife, for crying out loud. It’s not like I’m asking for the world here." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes boring into his, almost pleading, yet firm. "It’s Sunday. Just one day."

Her looked a little surprised by how close she was, and though his expression remained controlled, Ellen didn’t miss the way his body tensed. Ellen didn’t step back. In fact, she leaned in just a fraction closer, her face now inches from his, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. She was serious, determined, and entirely unaware of the effect her proximity was having on him. Her voice softened as she added, "It’s just a date, Mason. Come on... You’ll enjoy it, trust me."

Mason’s breath hitched slightly, and his eyes flickered down to her lips for the briefest moment before meeting her gaze again.

Ellen’s focus was so wrapped up in convincing him that she didn’t even notice the light flush that had spread across his face, or the way his hands gripped the armrest of the couch he was sitting in just a little tighter.

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