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

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

she

injury wasn’t so bad; it

his finger when Zoey suddenly bit

had no real strength; it was like a kitten's

"Let go."

tone was icy. Zoey, with bloodshot eyes, glared at him and bit down even

all her might,

his finger was enveloped in a warm,

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened

next second, he pushed her away

got up again and clutched at the hem

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

his patience,

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

seemed very

exposing half of

hearing his insult, she suddenly lifted her head

could react,

cold, until a warm body

her off in fury, but she leaned weakly into the crook

quickly spread there as Zoey opened her mouth and sank her teeth into

she only

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

against that piece of skin, she couldn't

at the ceiling, yanking

lost

his, and her lips