Female Novel
Chapter 1351
He spoke nothing but the truth, and only by grasping the consequences could Zoey know what to do
next.
Frozen like she'd been struck by a spell, Zoey watched helplessly as he opened the door and left.
Memories of her times with Fitch began to flood her mind. He was always expressionless, always ready
with a biting, humiliating remark.
Aside from physical needs, the little help he offered was merely because he found sleeping with her to
be somewhat enjoyable.
That was his own admission.
Fitch hadn’t slept with any other women; he didn’t even want to try, his disdain for them etched deepnovelbin
into his bones.
Zoey broke his routine, and though he despised it, he thought since it had happened, why not a few
more times? It was a good release.
That was his logic, so why should he show her a kind face?
Zoey sat on the couch until her body nearly stiffened from the long wait. Then she heard Fitch's
footsteps descending the stairs, and soon he was holding her in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing her troubled expression.
She forced a smile, shook her head, and remained silent.
Fitch kissed her ear and then playfully tugged at her scarf, revealing marks all over her neck. Her lips
were swollen, too.
He couldn’t resist kissing her again but ended up kissing the palm of her hand.
“Fitch, I’m a bit tired.”
But his kisses were gentle, like a soft rain, and in an instant, she melted again.
He looked at her with such tenderness that she couldn’t think straight.
Fitch then kissed away her tears.
Getting up, he frowned at her wet eyes.
“Zoey, what is it?”
After a long hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly.
He chuckled, patting her back softly.
“Fitch, when you say you like me, is it true?”
“Yeah.”
“You're not lying to me?”
“No.”
“What if one day you change your mind? If you curse at me, tell me to get lost, what then?”
Fitch’s face darkened instantly, his grip tightening on her hands.
“Zoey, that day will never come. I know how precious you are.”
She looked into his eyes, “You promise?”
“I promise. Did that guy say something to you?”
His tone was laced with aggression, as if he was ready to drag Ian back for a confrontation.
“No, I just worry you might not want me when you come to your senses.”
Her heart ached with each word.
“I want you. Let me kiss you again. Do you have any idea how pale you look? Smile for me.”
With that, he pressed her down onto the couch.
When Ian got into his car, he contacted Tyler, eager for a meeting.
Tyler was bummed out with Phelps off to North America, leaving him with no company.
He leaped up from the couch in shock when he heard about Ian’s return.
Realizing something, he quickly lowered his voice.
“How could you dare to come back? You’re looking for that man with a red mole on his earlobe? I've
been searching these past days, nobody fits the description.”
“Where’s Phelps?”
“Phelps doesn’t have it either. I've practically memorized his ears, he probably thinks I'm some kind of
freak. I was drinking with him the day before yesterday when he left for North America. He has several
conferences to attend, and something’s up with the Sanders family. He didn’t give me the details, just
mentioned he needed to speak with Mr. Sanders personally.”
Ian's frown deepened.
If Phelps really had a secret identity, would he be so forthcoming with his whereabouts to Tyler?
“Ian, I swear to you, out of everyone I know, none of them is who you’re looking for.”
Ian rubbed his forehead, frustrated by his own blindness, wondering who this elusive person could be.