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.

the tissue soaked with blood, her mouth still

her chin, his

back slightly; unable to close her mouth, she felt the sting of his finger on

but she was unable to utter

tongue briefly. The injury wasn’t so bad; it wasn’t going

withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly

no real strength; it was like a

"Let go."

icy. Zoey, with bloodshot eyes, glared

exerting all her might, but to Fitch,

and slap her again, but his finger was enveloped in

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in

second, he pushed her

fell back onto the bed, then she got up

a throb between his brows. He tried to walk away, but she propped herself up to follow

of his patience, he

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

were clear; she seemed very lucid now, though her face was

torn, exposing half

head with force

before he could react, he

warm body leaned against him, nesting in

to throw her off in fury, but

her mouth and sank

strength, she only left a red

to see if his blood was black,

after grinding her teeth against that piece of skin, she couldn't

the ceiling, yanking her

you lost your

her body was still against his, and her lips