Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1648

The bodyguard yanked off his pants, and grabbed hold of Zoey's ankles.

Fitch watched the scene unfold, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest—a sharp, almost imperceptible pain.

The smoke from his cigarette clouded around his face.

His eyelashes fluttered down as he said, “Get out, all of you.”

The bodyguards looked as if they were granted a pardon, because they knew clearly if they went any further with the woman on the bed, they might not live to see another day.

They hurriedly pulled up their pants, nodded briskly at Fitch, and made their exit; they ran away so fast as if they were being chased by the devil himself.

Fitch flicked the cigarette away and moved to the bedside.

Zoey's ankles bore the marks of rough fingers; the bodyguard's grip had been so intense and had left five distinct imprints on her delicate skin.

Zoey stared at the ceiling, feeling her whole body numb, until her wrist was seized by him and she was yanked up to a sitting position.

The blood at the corner of her mouth had spread to her lips. She glared at him with her eyes red with tears, trying to shake off his grip, but she didn't even have the strength to crush a block of tofu.

Fitch pulled over a tissue from the nightstand and began to dab at the blood on her lips.

She wanted to dodge, but she couldn't, and tears silently fell from her eyes.

After the tissue soaked with blood, her mouth still bled.

Fitch pinched her chin, his finger probing into her mouth.

She tilted her head back slightly; unable to close her mouth, she felt the sting of his finger on the injured tip of her tongue.

Her tears flowed more freely, but she was unable to utter a single word.

Fitch checked her tongue briefly. The injury wasn’t so bad; it wasn’t going to fall off.

He was ready to withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly bit down hard.

She had no real strength; it was like a kitten's bite.

"Let go."

His tone was icy. Zoey, with bloodshot eyes, glared at him and bit down even harder.

His body was hard, cold, until a warm body leaned against him, nesting in his arms.

He wanted to throw her off in fury, but she leaned weakly into the crook of his neck.

A cold dampness quickly spread there as Zoey opened her mouth and sank her teeth into a patch of skin on his neck.

Even with all her strength, she only left a red mark.

She really wanted to pierce through that skin, to see if his blood was black, if it was cold, without warmth.

But even after grinding her teeth against that piece of skin, she couldn't break through.

Fitch stared at the ceiling, yanking her hair back hard.

"Have you lost your mind?"

She was pulled back by the neck; her body was still against his, and her lips were swollen from the earlier chili, still bleeding at the corners.

Fitch felt the taste of blood in his own mouth from her, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, "Get up."