Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The bodyguard yanked off his pants, and grabbed hold of Zoey's ankles.

Fitch watched the scene unfold, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest—a sharp, almost imperceptible pain.

The smoke from his cigarette clouded around his face.

His eyelashes fluttered down as he said, “Get out, all of you.”

The bodyguards looked as if they were granted a pardon, because they knew clearly if they went any further with the woman on

the bed, they might not live to see another day.

They hurriedly pulled up their pants, nodded briskly at Fitch, and made their exit; they ran away so fast as if they were being

chased by the devil himself.

Fitch flicked the cigarette away and moved to the bedside.

Zoey's ankles bore the marks of rough fingers; the bodyguard's grip had been so intense and had left five distinct imprints on her

delicate skin.

Zoey stared at the ceiling, feeling her whole body numb, until her wrist was seized by him and she was yanked up to a sitting

position.

The blood at the corner of her mouth had spread to her lips. She glared at him with her eyes red with tears, trying to shake off his

grip, but she didn't even have the strength to crush a block of tofu.

Fitch pulled over a tissue from the nightstand and began to dab at the blood on her lips.

She wanted to dodge, but she couldn't, and tears silently fell from her eyes.

tissue soaked with blood, her

his finger probing into her

back slightly; unable to close her mouth, she felt the sting

but she was unable to utter a

checked her tongue briefly. The injury wasn’t so

to withdraw his finger when Zoey

it was like a kitten's

"Let go."

eyes, glared at him and bit down even

her, she was exerting all her might, but to Fitch, it was barely a

slap her again, but his finger was enveloped in

scratched at his heart.

darkened in an

pushed her

up again and

tried to walk away, but she propped herself up to follow

the end of his patience, he

now you're thinking of men? Zoey, were you born

didn't speak. Her tear-stained eyes were clear; she seemed very lucid now, though

dress was torn, exposing half of

she suddenly lifted her head with force and bit down on

could react, he was pushed down

a warm body leaned

wanted to throw her off in fury, but

her mouth and sank her

strength, she only left a

if his blood was black, if it was cold,

that piece of skin, she

at the ceiling, yanking

you lost your

pulled back by the neck; her body was still against his, and her