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

pinched her chin, his finger probing into her

her mouth, she felt the sting of his finger on the

freely, but she was unable to

wasn’t so bad; it

was ready to withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly bit down

no real strength; it was like

"Let go."

Zoey, with bloodshot eyes, glared at him and bit

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

away and slap her again, but his finger was enveloped in a warm, moist sensation, and

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened

pushed her away in

onto the bed, then she got up again and

to walk away,

his patience,

assaulted, and now you're thinking of men?

Her tear-stained eyes were clear; she seemed

was torn, exposing half of

she suddenly lifted her head

and before he could react, he was pushed down onto the

a warm body leaned against him, nesting

but she leaned weakly

and

with all her strength, she

if his blood was black, if it was cold,

after grinding her teeth against that piece of

stared at the ceiling, yanking her hair

lost

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