Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1448

Fitch flicked his half-smoked cigarette into the nearby trash can with an air of impatience etched across his face.

"Aren't you tired of staring?"

His voice was icy, betraying his irritation. Even without glancing around the corner, he knew exactly who the woman was.

It was as if he could pick out her footsteps amidst the silence.

Zoey stiffened, her fingers instinctively adjusting the mask on her cheeks, but she remained still.

In Fitch's hand, a matchstick sparked to life with a swift strike, as he lit another cigarette. Zoey had seen that particular matchbox before. She had tried to buy one, searching both online and in brick-and-mortar stores, to no avail. It must have been custom-made.

Sometimes he preferred a lighter, other times these matchboxes. Now, he tilted his head back, exhaling a stream of smoke.

Zoey’s eyes began to sting as she watched. She tugged at her mask and turned on her heel, clearly intent on walking away. She wasn’t fit to be seen like this, and with Cornelia and Wilma handling the negotiations, there was no risk of a slip-up.

She needed to get out of there.

When Fitch heard her footsteps recede, his eyelashes fluttered slightly. The hallway lights dimmed, leaving only the faint glow of his cigarette.

After a while, he struck another match, watching it burn down to his fingertips. A wave of restlessness washed over him, unknown and vexing.

He raked his fingers through his hair and tossed the stub of his cigarette into the trash can just as Tyler approached, likely seeking a smoke break of his own.

"Fitch, how many have you had? The smell is choking," Tyler leaned against the opposite wall, lighting a cigarette of his own, "I saw Zoey tonight, looked like she was managing a couple of talents. Ever since Maja left, she's the big shot at the company."

"OK," Fitch replied, sounding utterly disinterested.

But Tyler wouldn't let it go, "When you had memory loss, you were all over her."

Everyone thought Fitch had no recollection of that time, but Tyler knew, from the day Fitch came to his senses, that those memories were intact.

He crushed his cigarette and slung an arm around Fitch's shoulders.

"Let's go back to the bar. You're right, women are just a hassle. If they're begging to be humiliated, they deserve to suffer, right?"

Fitch raised an eyebrow, surprised at Tyler's words because they didn't sound like him.

Suddenly, he remembered the recent gossip. Wasn't there a young starlet desperately clinging to Tyler?

"Tyler, have you been..."

"Drop it, man. Got myself a clingy one. Can't shake her off. Just one night and she's all over me. That's why I avoid the virgins."

What a jerk.