Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1657

Or rather, if she had any spine at all, it felt like it was made of cheap plastic.

As this thought crossed her mind, she had her elbows propped up on the table before her, with palms pressed together and resting against her forehead.

Fitch had no idea what she was doing until he noticed her shoulders trembling slightly and tears dripping onto the tabletop, one after another.

That irksome feeling crept up on him again. He wasn't normally short-tempered, but around her, he found his patience wore thin.

Crying? What's there to cry about? There are plenty of people in the world with bigger problems than hers.

Fitch's heart was indeed cold. He pulled out a cigarette, wanting to light up, but then he remembered where he was and reluctantly put it back down.

Zoey continued to cry, clenching her hands tightly and trying not to let her sobs escape.

She didn't know why she was crying; just being around him made it impossible to hold back.

In the past few days, she had been hit repeatedly, but she only felt the physical pain, which was bearable.

But with Fitch's presence, it was as though all her wounds were being torn open again, which magnified the pain a thousandfold.

Unbearable agony.

She couldn't recall much of what happened next as she just numbly followed behind him, watching how he signed various documents until, finally, she saw the blue sky outside.

He drove, and she sat in the passenger seat, quietly watching the road ahead.

The cuts on her fingers were festering, yet she felt almost nothing.

Fitch didn't immediately start the car but took a phone call, his brows knitted with a commanding air.

After hanging up, he rubbed his forehead, feeling desperately in need of a break.

But he had a meeting to attend at the company.

He drove to the office, and upon arrival, he didn't bother to check on Zoey, who remained seated in the passenger side.

Fitch headed to the top floor for the meeting, but during the meeting, his mind wasn't fully there, and he couldn’t help glance outside occasionally.

Ever since he took over the Haskins family business, he'd been a workaholic, never allowing anything to disturb his focus.

Today, however, when someone asked him the same question twice, he felt irritable and stood up abruptly.

"Dismissed. Cut all this verbose fluff; I don't have time for sugar-coated figures."

The speaker was shocked, but before he could react, Fitch had already left the boardroom.