Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey clutched her clothes tightly, her heart skipping a beat the moment she saw Fitch. It felt like she was finally breathing again. She sat there, motionless, drained of all strength.

The pleading voices of Mr. Jones and Gemma echoed in her ears, followed by the sound of someone striding towards her.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair a mess.

Fitch shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her, "It's all right now."

Zoey was still dazed, her mind a chaotic mess.

It wasn't until she was lifted into his arms, her feet off the ground, that tears began to fall.

When Mr. Jones had pinned her down, she truly thought it was the end.

She hadn't been on guard against her colleagues, especially in a coffee shop they frequented often. She never imagined Gemma would dare to do such a thing.

She rested her head against Fitch's chest, still struggling to catch her breath.

As Fitch carried her out, the sound of Mr. Jones's screams echoed behind them, with no one knowing what awaited him.

Zoey's face was still pale when she was placed in the car.

Soon, she saw Nolan getting in as well.

Nolan looked as innocent as ever, but with noticeable red marks on his face.

contracted in anger, wishing she could go back and slap Gemma and Mr. Jones dozens of times for laying a hand on such a

numerous officials from Zion City stood, including the principal,

investor had been hit by a teacher, and the woman the investor was interested in was almost assaulted by a local

simply instructing his

they reached the apartment, Zoey was still carried inside, utterly

his place, where he had prepared a

"Go take a shower."

soak, but a

with female products, clearly prepared

ways, the man was incredibly

shower, she was too tired to stay

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by the

Jones and

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she felt uneasy at

her, so she temporarily took

she stepped out to find Fitch standing in the

in a towel, her

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