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,

chin, his finger

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

freely, but she

briefly. The injury wasn’t so

was ready to withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly bit down

no real strength; it

"Let go."

bloodshot eyes, glared at him

might, but to Fitch, it

could easily pull away and slap her again, but his finger was enveloped in a warm, moist sensation, and that slight

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in an

next second, he pushed her

then she got up again and clutched at

He tried to walk away, but she propped

at the end of his patience, he grabbed

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

were clear; she seemed

dress was torn, exposing half of

her head with force and

before he could react, he was pushed

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

fury, but she leaned weakly into the crook of his

there as Zoey opened her mouth and

strength, she only

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

teeth against that piece of skin, she couldn't break

the ceiling, yanking her

lost your

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