Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1645

At the Fitch’s mansion.

Zoey peered through the narrow window, considering what to do next. She could leave if she wanted to, but something within her resisted the idea of running away.

It was darkening outside. Fitch hadn't been home for two days, and Zoey sensed something had gone wrong.

Her phone had been confiscated, cutting her off from the world.

She just sat by the window, resting her chin on her arms and breathing in the fresh air.

Then her stomach growled, as she had barely eaten the day she arrived and had thus struggled with an upset stomach.

Now, after enduring two days without food, she felt her insides were rebelling, and she had a futile retching that brought up nothing.

Thankfully, the housekeeper wasn't completely cruel - she had given her a pitcher of water each day.

Those two pitchers had sustained her, though the dizzying hunger and the stabbing pain of her ailment were almost unbearable.

As she lay by the bed, sweat beaded her forehead, and her shoulders rose and fell gently.

After having endured so much, she thought she was beyond feeling downtrodden. Yet, her eyes grew hot with unshed tears.

A car engine rumbled outside. She couldn't see it from her vantage point, but the sound was unmistakable.

Taking a deep breath, she resettled herself on the bed's edge.

As Fitch entered and handled his coat to a servant, someone asked, "Mr. Haskins, when can we serve Zoey some food?"

With Fitch absent for the past two days, the staff had been hesitant to make any decisions.

Fitch paused, suddenly remembering Zoey's presence.

He didn't want to deal with her family; the mere thought of that brought him a physical repulsion.

"Where is she?"

A servant led him to a closed door.

Upon entering, he immediately saw her sitting on the bed.

The door clicked shut and Zoey's gaze met his.

A plate of fiery red chili peppers sat on the table.

Loosening his tie, he sneered, "What's the matter, not to your taste?"

Hungered and with her stomach in knots, Zoey saw double before her.

"How's Mia?" she asked.

The mention of Mia sent Fitch striding forward in fury, his fingers clamping on Zoey's chin.

"Zoey, are you sure you had no part in this?"