Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1325

Zoey stared at her phone in disbelief Just last night, as she was leaving the hospital. Tyler had confirmed the worst Fitch was gone Now this cryptic message was suggesting he was somehow still alive?

Comelia’s voice on the other end of the call brought her back to the present

Zoey it’s Mr Raymond who requested you to take care of Fitch How do you know him?”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on the phone. I’ve met him a few times through work, she managed to say

Comelia didn’t seem suspicious After all, as Maja’s personal assistant, Zoey had attended countless galas and events it wasn’t unusual for her to cross paths with someone like Fitch

“Zoey it’s getting late You should drive over now, it’ll probably take until around 10 PM There will be someone to meet you Besides you and Fitch, only a do the villa Mi Raymond has made it clear that this is to be kept from everyone

including Tyler”

“Yes, everyone

it. I understand.”

the Star Movie group. They were like a

tasks to Elvis, who

home to pack five sets of clothes for herself and then shopping for a week’s worth of men’s attire for Fitch, Zoey drove to

to find a security guard waiting. Once he verified her identity,

found Fitch upstairs in the master bedroom, bandaged from head to chest alone and vulnerable. It

feared Maja finding out about her entanglement with Fitch, a man from the esteemed Haskins family Their connection was a mistake, initiated but couldn’t seem to end. The rule for survival around Fitch was simple

of the kitchen, noted the location of the nearest supermarket, and was firmly told that all her needs would be without having to leave the villa for security

on a small sofa next to the large bed. Without his permission, she dare sleep beside him

could even wake up. She had to learn wound care–and fast

of a whip sliced through

lash caught her arm, turning her face pale with pain. Masked and merciless, her trainer spoke

lashes and you’ve avoided half Not bad, you’re

and leaned against the pool’s edge, gasping for breath Her training