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

his finger probing into her

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

more freely, but she was unable to

checked her tongue briefly. The injury wasn’t

to withdraw his finger when Zoey

had no real strength; it was

"Let go."

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

her might, but

her again, but his finger was enveloped in

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in an

second, he pushed her

back onto the bed, then she got up again and clutched at

He tried to walk away, but she propped herself up

the end of his

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

speak. Her tear-stained eyes were clear; she seemed

torn, exposing half of

she suddenly lifted her head with

froze, and before he could react,

was hard, cold, until a warm body

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

her mouth and sank her teeth into a patch of

she only left a

through that skin, to see if his blood was black, if it was cold, without

after grinding her teeth against that piece of

the ceiling, yanking

lost

was still against his, and her lips were swollen from the