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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1943

The car finally came to a stop at the prime viewing spot, already swarming with people below. It was clear that this spot had to be reserved in advance, and their decision to watch the fireworks had been spur-of-the-moment. It seemed like Fitch had bought out the whole area, as there wasn't a soul around except for their quietly parked car.

He opened the car door just as the countdown outside began. Zoey was still nestled in his embrace, just a turn of her head away from the view outside. The cold night air seeped in, diluting the warmth inside the car. His hand gently rested on her back, patting lightly as if soothing a child.

The embarrassment that had just subsided came rushing back. She was about to sit up when he pressed her back down. “Just sit on my lap.”

Zoey's cheeks flushed again as she started to squirm, “No need.”

“Want to try again? You should have…”

Before he could finish, Zoey's hand covered his mouth. In the dim light, he saw her face flush with annoyance.

“Shut up, stop talking!”

A smirk played in his eyes as he licked her palm lightly. Zoey's eyes widened, wishing she could just throw her hand away.

“Fitch, you... you…”

You're being unreasonable, shameless.

She hid her hands behind her back, her heart racing. That strange sensation surged again. Fitch was truly flirting with her. Initially, it was subtle, but now he was pulling out all the stops. In the Greenfield social scene, he was incredibly popular. If he decided to use all his charms on a woman, none could escape.

Zoey felt a burning in her palm, as if something had burrowed into her skin. She had been looking forward to the fireworks, but as they started, her mind was a blur.

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