Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1635

He recognized that face - it was Murray, Zoey's cheating ex-boyfriend. What was this, an attempt at a reconciliation?

With a flick of his wrist, Fitch tossed his water bottle into a nearby trash bin without so much as a glance and made his way outside.

After settling into his car, his driver called.

“Mr. Haskins, where's the pickup?”

“Forget it. She's got a ride. Head back.”

The driver, puzzled but obedient, turned around and left.

Fitch ignited the engine, his eyes never wandering back to where Zoey stood. He gripped the steering wheel, his foot pressing the accelerator with purpose.

A scoff formed in his mind. A cheater, he mused, was like gum that'd been chewed and spit out. Now Zoey wanted to pick up that gum and chew it again? Who was he to stop her?

Some women just never learn. And didn't she have feelings for him?

Her affections came cheap. Just last week she was heartbroken over him, and now her ex could touch her face as if nothing happened.

Fitch didn’t realize his grip on the steering wheel was tightening. His thoughts drifted to the encounter with Mr. Colby in the restroom and soon, he called a number.

People like that needed to be ousted from the company, a total disgrace.

Zoey shoved Murray away, her uneven steps hastening toward the street to hail a cab. Murray, like a persistent shadow, lingered behind her, his face etched with worry.

“Zoey, let me get you a room next door. If you're concerned, I won't go up with you,” he offered, playing the gentleman.

Shivering with cold she didn't want him to see; a car pulled up, and bending down, she saw Carol inside.

“Carol?”

“Zoey?”

Carol, inside the car, reached to unlock the door but found it was already locked. She cast a glance at the man poring over documents.

“My friend's drunk. I want to take her home.”

Felix didn't bother to look up, and merely glanced at his watch, “You've got ten minutes, unless you don't want to see your dad.”

“Be good, eat without me. Don't wait up.”

After hanging up, he methodically capped his pen.

“If Listina knew you slept with me last night, she'd probably pass out. She can't handle stress right now, can she?”

Felix wasn’t provoked, his pen clipped to the documents, “If we’re getting married, what’s the problem with sleeping together?”

Carol started laughing, “Poor Listina, your fiancée. Childhood sweethearts, years of knowing each other, and she's still waiting for you to marry her. Mr. Brown, you’ve always been ruthless with women.”

Felix remained silent as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. Carol jerked away as if stung, instinctively slapping him.

Maybe it was the evening's mention of Abner that unsettled her. She couldn't be as stone-hearted as Felix, pretending nothing ever happened.

His head didn’t even turn as he seized her wrist, yanking down her collar and biting her neck.

Carol trembled from the pain. The next second, his tongue traced the spot soothingly, “Next time you slap someone, consider the consequences.”