Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1632

Fitch's expression was icy as he brushed past Mr. Colby without a word, his strides decisive as he headed for the exit.

Mr. Colby, initially trembling in fear, brightened up at the sight of Fitch's unwavering exit. The rumors must be true then; Mr. Haskins had a disdain for Zoey, the woman who shamelessly threw herself into men's beds.

Was she trying to play the innocent here, looking down on his status? How amusing.

A few steps forward, Fitch paused to light a cigarette when he heard Zoey's voice pierce through the stillness.

"Get off me, why did you close the door?! Don't touch me!"

"Quit the act! How much do you want? I'll pay."

The bathroom door had been locked from the inside, muffling the voices within. Fitch froze as if struck by a spell, tossing his freshly lit cigarette into the nearby trash and turning back.

Zoey was pinned against the washstand, her coat yanked down. Sweat dripped from her forehead due to her fierce struggle, her voice intermittent, "I'll definitely sue you."

"After you've had your fun, you won't want to sue me, sweetheart," Mr. Colby adored her looks and smirked triumphantly at the thought.

Just as he was about to peel off Zoey's pants, the door behind him exploded open with a kick, crashing onto his back and nearly knocking the wind out of him.

Mr. Colby, belt undone with his slacks hanging low, went pale at the sight of the man at the door.

"Mr. Haskins."

Hadn't he left? Why was he back?

Zoey, propped against the washstand, felt her legs weaken. Her gaze was unfocused, unable to form a clear picture, only registering Mr. Colby's shouts for Mr. Haskins. Which Mr. Haskins was it?

Her mind was a mess, incapable of coherent thought.