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.