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

her chin, his

her mouth, she felt the

freely, but she was unable to utter

injury wasn’t so

withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly bit down

it was

"Let go."

with bloodshot eyes, glared at

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

pull away and slap her again, but his finger was enveloped in

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in

he pushed her away in

the bed, then she got up again

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

the end of his patience, he grabbed

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

seemed very lucid now,

dress was torn, exposing half of

insult, she suddenly lifted her head with force

could react, he was pushed down

until a warm body leaned against him, nesting in

wanted to throw her off in fury, but she leaned weakly into the

her mouth and

her strength, she only left a red

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

against that piece of

stared at the ceiling, yanking

lost your

neck; her body was still against his, and her lips were swollen from the earlier chili, still bleeding