Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1350

Ian strode in with the weariness of a man who had traveled far, his voice heavy with the weight of interrogation. He had intended to inquire if Fitch remembered anything else of use, but to his dismay, Fitch couldn't even recall his own identity.

Zoey was perched on the edge of the couch, her gaze carefully averted from Ian, her fingers tightly clutching at Fitch's shirt as she gave a small, nervous shake of her head.

"Mr. Raymond," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "when Mr. Haskins woke up, his memory was a bit foggy. He's been through a lot, and the injuries were severe."

The blush on her cheeks had spread down to her neck, leaving her as red as a lobster fresh out of the pot.

Fitch pulled her into his arms, patting her back in a comforting rhythm.

"What are you scared of?" he murmured softly.

Zoey's skin was burning up, her hands clenched tightly on the fabric of her jeans.

With a sigh of frustration, Ian lit a cigarette and said bluntly, "Zoey, send him upstairs. I need to talk to you alone."

Zoey quickly took Fitch's hand.

"Fitch, he really is your best friend. He came because he's worried about you. A lot has happened to both of you, and it's too much to explain right now. But I wouldn't lie to you. Please, just go upstairs for a bit."

Fitch felt a twinge of reluctance and a hint of threat.

This so-called friend was a little too charming for comfort.

Still, after the past few days of being with Zoey, who was now as pliable as melted butter in his arms, he doubted she had the energy to stray.

He stood up, kissed her softly on the lips, and made his way upstairs.

That kiss left Zoey feeling as if all the moisture in her body was being drawn out, evaporating into thin air.

She bowed her head even lower, her palms damp with sweat.

"Mr. Raymond, what is it you want to ask?" she said, her voice barely audible.

What Zoey didn't realize was that Ian was already well aware of her and Fitch's relationship.

Only after confirming Fitch had left did he extinguish the cigarette between his fingers.

"You can sleep with him, just don't give him your heart," Ian said coldly. "He's never going to love you."

Zoey froze, her face draining of color.