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.

soaked with blood, her mouth still

her chin, his

her mouth, she felt the sting of his finger on the injured tip of

flowed more freely, but she was unable to utter a single

injury wasn’t so bad;

to withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly bit

it was like

"Let go."

bloodshot eyes, glared at him and

her, she was exerting all her might, but

her again, but his finger was enveloped in a warm,

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in

second, he pushed her away

up again and clutched at

between his brows. He tried to walk

end of his patience,

You were almost assaulted, and now you're thinking

seemed very lucid

dress was torn, exposing half of her

his insult, she suddenly lifted her head with force

froze, and before he could react, he was pushed down onto the

body was hard, cold, until a warm body leaned against him,

in fury, but

opened her mouth and sank her teeth into a patch of skin

her strength, she only left a red

through that skin, to see if his blood was black, if it was cold,

against that piece of skin, she couldn't

ceiling, yanking

you lost

his, and her lips were