Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1942

Fitch's pupils contracted sharply, his breathing uneven.

Zoey, on the other hand, looked on with longing. “I really want to go in there. It feels like something is calling me.”

Fitch remained silent.

Zoey reached for the car door, intent on seeing for herself.

Suddenly, her wrist was grasped firmly, and Fitch pulled her into his embrace.

The assistant in the front had wisely raised the divider, leaving them in their own private space in the back.

Held tightly in his arms, Zoey wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt him trembling with fear.

But who was Fitch? The true scion of the Greenfield dynasty, sitting atop a vast fortune. How could he ever feel fear?

“Don’t go,” he uttered, holding her close.

Zoey didn’t know what to say, forgetting even to struggle.

She couldn’t understand Fitch’s reaction, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Fitch suddenly looked up, pressing her down.

His lips quickly found hers.

Zoey’s eyes widened, pushing against him weakly.

But her strength was nothing against his, sinking without a trace.

“Mmm, let go.”

Fitch’s grip on her waist tightened, and through the thin fabric, Zoey could feel his warmth pressing against her, intense.

Her cheeks flamed with heat, forgetting to react.

By the time she came to her senses, she was straddling his waist.

His clothing remained impeccable, his large hand at her lower back, drawing them closer.

Zoey found it hard to breathe, her lips conquered.

In less than ten minutes, she surrendered, the scenery blurring like a swaying landscape painting, too drained to even think about the building she had wanted to see.