Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's heart was pounding fiercely, her palms tingling.

It was only after she realized what she had done that she took a step back. Fitch lowered his lashes, his fingertips wiping away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mr. Haskins is correct, but maybe deep down, I think you might hurt me?"

She had forgotten, but her body still remembered the slap he had given her at the Haskins' Thanksgiving dinner. Fitch stopped wiping his lip, falling silent. Zoey had no desire to engage with him further and found a chair to sit in. Fitch seemed frozen in place, her words striking him like a dagger, drawing blood.

She had become clever now, he thought. He tried to provoke her into remembering the past, and she hit back with even greater force. But she truly didn't remember, so she couldn't grasp the intent behind his words. Unfortunately, he remembered all too well, so one could only imagine the impact of her words.

Zoey didn't want to look at him; she just sat still in her chair. After a while, she felt her chair sink slightly as he sat down beside her.

"Zoey."

He called her name.

"We're not close; you should just call me Zoey."

"I'm sorry."

Haskins, you have nothing to apologize for. Today's incident with Nolan

reasons to apologize,

suddenly felt irritable, and just at that moment, her phone rang. It was Henry. She stood up and walked

I come over to your place? I'm on my way, and my folks are with me. At

give up; two people with an unstable relationship, soon to face a long-distance challenge, were 99% likely to drift

of relief and was about to answer when she heard footsteps behind her. In the next second, Fitch took her

stared at her empty palm, dumbfounded for a moment, and then saw him hang up the phone. Anger flared up

insane? Give me back my

tightly. "Zoey, you had a car accident four years ago and lost your memory. Have you ever considered that

engaged to Henry? Then marry

I think he's a good

you know what you and I were to

impression of you at all, which means I didn't care that much about you. Or maybe I did care about you I once, but four years ago, I was Willing to let you go. Mr. Haskins, I have a new relationship now. It's better for both of us not to hold

reached for her phone again, but Fitch grabbed

to Greenfield

was about to retort, but then she noticed several bodyguards approaching from behind, and her face turned pale. "Fitch, what the hell are

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