Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1332

Having had finished his porridge, Fitch wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin beside him.

Zoey, ever so perceptive of the moment, began to gather the dishes from the table, ready to wash them in the kitchen.

He gave her a glance as she picked up a nearby apron and tied it around herself. The apron was black with a touch of lace.

Balancing the dishes, she headed to the kitchen, and soon the sound of running water filled the air

Fitch remained seated at the dining table. He wasn’t someone to panic at the slightest inconvenience. He had woken up with his mind nearly a blank slate, only to find an unfamiliar room and a woman he did not recognize

He didn’t bother asking where he was or who he was. Such questions seemed pointless; if his amnesia was injury–induced, memories would eventually resurface.

When Zoey returned from the kitchen, he extended a hand, silently asking her to help him back to his room.

Zoey was still unsure about the extent of his memory loss, but the doctor had mentioned that his injuries were severe. Had it not been for his robust constitution, he might not have made it. Yet here he was, recovering at an astonishing rate.

After she assisted him to his room, his gaze fell upon the neatly made cot with a folded blanket.

His eyes then drifted to the half open wardrobe, finding his clothes pressed and arranged with care.

Weirdly, he felt an overwhelming sense of comfort out of no reason.

Her actions spoke volumes, they weren’t a couple, nor was there any hint of unrequited love, yet she was so attentive.

only one plausible explanation.

have been married and were

eagerness to deny their relationship, even claiming they were merely friends.

instinctively wrapped his

lost the courage to say no. When Fitch decided he wanted her, there was no preamble; he was direct and overpowering, leaving no room for her

learned to be obedient and to

Fitch noticed that when his hand rested

the other hand, encircling her waist

she remained silent.

friends, his behavior would have been a clear overstep, and possibly win him a slap

suspicions seemed confirmed–they were

natural responses of her body couldn’t lie; they

tablet? I feel like watching a

watching movies or reading seemed to be his

inquire about his current situation after settling down.

vacation

this was the confidence of someone

I’ll grab it for you.”

the tablet from downstairs and handed

pointed upwards, “Turn off the brightest light,

“Sure”

the lights, leaving only the soft

up with a pillow, his eyes fixed