Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's pupils contracted sharply, his breathing uneven.

Zoey, on the other hand, looked on with longing. "I really want to go in there. It feels like something is calling me."

Fitch remained silent.

Zoey reached for the car door, intent on seeing for herself.

Suddenly, her wrist was grasped firmly, and Fitch pulled her into his embrace.

The assistant in the front had wisely raised the divider, leaving them in their own private space in the back.

Held tightly in his arms, Zoey wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt him trembling with fear.

But who was Fitch? The true scion of the Greenfield dynasty, sitting atop a vast fortune. How could he ever feel fear?

"Don't go," he uttered, holding her close.

Zoey didn't know what to say, forgetting even to struggle.

She couldn't understand Fitch's reaction, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Fitch suddenly looked up, pressing her down.

His lips quickly found hers.

Zoey's eyes widened, pushing against him weakly.

strength was nothing against his, sinking without a

"Mmm, let go."

waist tightened, and through the thin fabric, Zoey could feel

cheeks flamed with

came to her senses, she was

clothing remained impeccable, his large hand at her lower back,

it hard to breathe,

blurring like a swaying landscape painting, too drained to even think about the building

more brazen, she

the

embarrassment.

on his shoulder, her

mind refusing to think

SE

under her shirt, igniting sparks on her

felt even weaker, a sheen

at ease, his lips causing havoc at

trembling sharply, collapsing completely in his

when she realized what

couldn't believe she

by immense shame,

"Let go."

too skilled, she couldn't keep

didn't even know where he learned such