Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1334

After confirming that factor, he settled in to finish the rest of the movie.

In the blink of an eye, it was 9 PM.

Zoey threw back the covers, ready to return to her own tiny bed.

But Fitch caught her hand in his grasp and pulled her back.

“Let’s sleep together tonight.”

The reasons for a lack of harmony in the bedroom were few and far between.

One, both parties might be indifferent, or it could be just one of them.

Two, the man might lack skill, his endurance might be short, leading to discomfort for the woman, and hence, thoughts of divorce.

Fitch was a man of reason—so much so that he bordered on cold-heartedness.

Now, he laid out the options, one by one, and set on eliminating them systematically.

He held Zoey close, who lied with her back to him, a position she was not quite used to.

Just lying there, doing nothing—it was an unprecedented situation for them.

She worried that once he sobered up, he would accuse her of being shameless and taking advantage of his vulnerability.

When his hand slipped under her clothes, her whole body tensed.

Her nightgown was lifted.

Half her face was buried in the pillow, her ears turned crimson.

A few minutes later, Fitch looked at the dampness on his fingertips. She wasn’t indifferent to sex.

Eliminated.

He glanced down at himself, very much alive and reactive—clearly, he wasn’t indifferent either.

Eliminated.

Lack of skill? Short performance?

Then only two possibilities were left.

Zoey almost slept with trepidation, but these past few days had exhausted her, and realizing he made no further moves, she finally succumbed to deep sleep.

The next morning, feeling around the bed and finding it cold, she wondered, had Fitch already gotten up?

She hurried out of bed, aiming for the bathroom to freshen up.

But as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she caught him in the act.

“Bang!”

Startled, she slammed the door shut, her face flushing with an instant rush of blood, and she quickly retreated to another room.

Two hours later, she made breakfast ready, but was too embarrassed to go upstairs to call him down.

After walking in on such a thing, he must have been just as embarrassed.

Yeah, right.

Fitch came downstairs, as usual, spooning up porridge.

It was Zoey who now felt awkward, blushing under his gaze despite not having done anything wrong.

That’s when he realized they hadn’t shared a meal together.

“Have you eaten?”

“I’ll eat later.”

“Was I bad to you before, not letting you eat?”

Zoey was speechless. He wasn’t exactly kind, but he had no obligation to be, especially since he’d paid her $30,000—a deal she had agreed to. Who could she blame?

He was nothing if not a shrewd businessman.

“No, you were nice.”

She didn’t want to give him any ammunition to torture her once he regain his memory.

Fitch was not a forgiving man.

Fitch stood still. Even just in his sleepwear, he still looked incredibly handsome.

Under his gaze, she continued to wipe the already clean dishes and the disinfected countertop.

She was in a panic.

It seemed they hadn’t been intimate in a long time. His move was enough to frighten her.

“The dishes are clean, let’s go out. We can watch TV together.”

Only then did Zoey set down the plate and timidly follow him out.

For the rest of the day, she was extra vigilant, as if she was guarding against a thief, fearful of any accidental closeness with him.

But Fitch didn’t trouble her further.

When it was time to sleep, she returned to her small bed, worried about losing control.

Zoey was a woman profoundly lacking security, never having felt family love, betrayed by romance—her soul was barren.

She clung to monthly calls with Belinda for a semblance of the family love she yearned for, and was likely to give her life for any generous display of affection.

Zoey was a gullible woman so much so that a single candy could convince her of someone’s lifelong worth.

Indeed, women lacking security were easy prey, thus often falling for unworthy men.

Perhaps there were men out there willing to be kind to her, but she knew Fitch was definitely not one of them.

Fitch showed apathy and even disgust to her; he was disgusted by her attempts to seduce him, by everything about her.

She turned her back to him. Her posture was in defense even when she lied in her own small bed.

But eventually, she had to fall asleep.

“Umm.”

She woke to a sensation of suffocation, feeling his shadow looming over her and his lips upon hers. It was like fireworks exploding in her vision.

She didn’t even know how to react.

Fitch’s hand cradled the back of her head, her hair entwined around his fingers.