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

chin, his finger probing into

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

flowed more freely, but she was unable

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

finger when Zoey suddenly bit down

it was

"Let go."

with bloodshot eyes, glared at him and bit

her might, but to Fitch,

but his finger

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in an

next second, he pushed her away in

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

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

the end of his patience,

now you're thinking of men? Zoey, were you

tear-stained eyes were clear; she seemed

was torn, exposing

she suddenly lifted her head with

before he could react,

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

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

as Zoey opened her mouth and sank her teeth

her strength, she

if

teeth against that piece of

at the ceiling,

you lost your

still against his, and her lips were swollen from the