“Zoey,” his voice carried a hint of surprise as he quickly approached.

“What are you doing here? Have you had one too many? Lettake you home.”

Zoey's mind was sluggish in responding, but she recognized the voice clearly - it was Murray.

She frowned, pushing him away. But her efforts were feeble, barely a nudge against Murray's frame, almost seeming coquettish in

her resistance.

Murray immediately shed his own jacket, draping it over her shoulders, “Where's your coat? It's freezing out here, and you're

dressed so light.”

Back when he and Zoey were an item, all he thought was how dull she was, always working herself to the bone for money.

They'd been together for seven years, and her mantra had been about saving up to buy their own place.

Murray used to think she was ludicrous. Who would want to buy property in pricey Greenfield by their own means? Most women

dreamed of marrying a Greenfield guy - housing and cars sorted in one swoop.

Whenever he chdrunk, she'd have a hangover cure ready - soup or whatever comfort food she could whip up, no matter

the tof night.

Now, with Evelyn as his wife, no matter how late he rolled in, not only was there no soup, but there'd also be a tongue-lashing for

waking her up.

and with Evelyn keeping him on a tight leash

he'd

“Zoey, are you cold?”

a hotel just around the corner.

I won't lay a finger

pushing him away again,

he fastened the buttons

“Have we really becstrangers?”

couldn't help but laugh, though her drunken state soon had her feeling

side, moving his lips as he thought about the rumors

special? His sister's been bad-mouthing

made the move,” Zoey said coldly,

back.

as you think. After all, you know. I was drowning in hundreds

back the loans. I

his heart. That house was

could keep her as a mistress. He was so done with Evelyn. Only someone like Zoey,

him. And she

he lacked for nothing, “Zoey, think about what I proposed before. How about

month?”

was gentle, coaxing as he tucked a stray lock of

take care of you. And once you have

What do you

else, Zoey suddenly felt sober. She looked up

she remembered.

life

to argue. Meanwhile, Fitch stood nearby with a bottle of water, watching the two engage in their

standoff by the column.

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