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

his finger probing

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

freely, but she

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

ready to withdraw his finger when Zoey

had no real strength; it was like a

"Let go."

bloodshot eyes, glared at

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

and slap her again, but his finger was enveloped in a

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in

pushed her away in

onto the bed, then she got up again and

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

his

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

seemed very lucid

was torn, exposing half

hearing his insult, she suddenly lifted her head

before he could react, he was pushed down onto

until a warm body leaned against him,

but she leaned weakly into the crook of

mouth and sank her

she only

through that skin, to see if his

after grinding her teeth against that piece

the ceiling, yanking her hair

you lost your

pulled back by the neck; her body was still against his, and her lips were swollen from the