Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's expression was icy as he brushed past Mr. Colby without a word, his strides decisive as he headed for the exit.

Mr. Colby, initially trembling in fear, brightened up at the sight of Fitch's unwavering exit. The rumors must be true then; Mr.

Haskins had a disdain for Zoey, the woman who shamelessly threw herself into men's beds.

Was she trying to play the innocent here, looking down on his status? How amusing.

A few steps forward, Fitch paused to light a cigarette when he heard Zoey's voice pierce through the stillness.

"Get off me, why did you close the door?! Don't touch me!"

"Quit the act! How much do you want? I'll pay."

The bathroom door had been locked from the inside, muffling the voices within. Fitch froze as if struck by a spell, tossing his freshly

lit cigarette into the nearby trash and turning back.

Zoey was pinned against the washstand, her coat yanked down. Sweat dripped from her forehead due to her fierce struggle, her

voice intermittent, "I'll definitely sue you."

"After you've had your fun, you won't want to sue me, sweetheart," Mr. Colby adored her looks and smirked triumphantly at the

thought.

about to peel off Zoey's pants, the door behind him exploded

wind out of

belt undone with his slacks hanging low, went pale at the sight of the

"Mr. Haskins."

Why

her legs weaken. Her gaze was

for Mr. Haskins. Which Mr. Haskins

a mess, incapable

felt a surge of anger. He swung his foot at Mr. Colby,

to the chest. Spitting out blood, he collapsed against the wall, his legs

uncontrollably.

to Zoey. She was dressed lightly, but the hotel's heating kept the chill at bay. Her coat

her

her in one swift motion. Zoey, unsteady on

cloaked in a dark trench coat, lifting her with ease. Before she could react, she was hoisted over

rising, yet nothing

wine at dinner.

her shaky

leaving footprints on

Fitch set her down. Her legs

she chattered,

biting, her underlayers far too thin for the harsh