Female Novel
Chapter 1334
After confirming that factor, he settled in to finish the rest of the movie.
In the blink of an eye, it was 9 PM.
Zoey threw back the covers, ready to return to her own tiny bed.
But Fitch caught her hand in his grasp and pulled her back.
“Let’s sleep together tonight.”
The reasons for a lack of harmony in the bedroom were few and far between.
One, both parties might be indifferent, or it could be just one of them.
Two, the man might lack skill, his endurance might be short, leading to discomfort for the woman, and
hence, thoughts of divorce.
Fitch was a man of reason—so much so that he bordered on cold-heartedness.
Now, he laid out the options, one by one, and set on eliminating them systematically.
He held Zoey close, who lied with her back to him, a position she was not quite used to.
Just lying there, doing nothing—it was an unprecedented situation for them.
She worried that once he sobered up, he would accuse her of being shameless and taking advantage
of his vulnerability.
When his hand slipped under her clothes, her whole body tensed.
Her nightgown was lifted.
Half her face was buried in the pillow, her ears turned crimson.
A few minutes later, Fitch looked at the dampness on his fingertips. She wasn’t indifferent to sex.
Eliminated.
He glanced down at himself, very much alive and reactive—clearly, he wasn’t indifferent either.
Eliminated.
Lack of skill? Short performance?
Then only two possibilities were left.
Zoey almost slept with trepidation, but these past few days had exhausted her, and realizing he made
no further moves, she finally succumbed to deep sleep.
The next morning, feeling around the bed and finding it cold, she wondered, had Fitch already gotten
up?
She hurried out of bed, aiming for the bathroom to freshen up.
But as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she caught him in the act.
“Bang!”
Startled, she slammed the door shut, her face flushing with an instant rush of blood, and she quickly
retreated to another room.
Two hours later, she made breakfast ready, but was too embarrassed to go upstairs to call him down.
After walking in on such a thing, he must have been just as embarrassed.
Yeah, right.
Fitch came downstairs, as usual, spooning up porridge.
It was Zoey who now felt awkward, blushing under his gaze despite not having done anything wrong.
That’s when he realized they hadn’t shared a meal together.
“Have you eaten?”
“I’ll eat later.”
“Was I bad to you before, not letting you eat?”
Zoey was speechless. He wasn’t exactly kind, but he had no obligation to be, especially since he’d paid
her $30,000—a deal she had agreed to. Who could she blame?
He was nothing if not a shrewd businessman.
“No, you were nice.”
She didn’t want to give him any ammunition to torture her once he regain his memory.
Fitch was not a forgiving man.
“Really? This morning, I tried something out in the bathroom for an hour, which proves I can last a
while.”
Zoey’s scalp tingled, her gaze instinctively sweeping the room, dreading the chance of a stranger
overhearing their breakfast chat about such intimate matters, let alone in such a weirdly serious way...
“So, is it that my technique is bad? Is that why you want a divorce? I can practice more.”
“Mr. Haskins, I really can’t explain it to you. You’ll understand once your memory comes back.”
“And if it does, you will have run off, right?”
The reason why she was here caring for him was just out of empathy for his injury.
Zoey’s heart gave a fierce thump, and her mind suddenly turned foggy.
Even as she washed the dishes, she felt her thoughts swirled in chaos.
Fitch just stood at the edge of the kitchen, watching her doing the dishes.
Realizing that it might not be the best approach, he intended to help.
After all, he was trying to woo his wife back.
“Mr. Haskins, I've got this. Please, take a seat on the couch.”
Fitch, now walking with ease, still came over to help tidy up.
Once Zoey finished, he enveloped her from behind.
The plate in her hands nearly crashed to the floor.
Fitch held her waist with one arm, the other hand reaching to tilt her chin, aiming to kiss her lips from
behind.
She pushed him away in fright.
He stumbled back into the countertop, his brow furrowing.
Zoey touched her own lips, heart racing, “I’ll just put this plate away.”
Her words tumbled out incoherently as she pondered what to do next.
She was very much aware whether Fitch was clear-headed or not.
He used not to kiss her.
Fitch stood still. Even just in his sleepwear, he still looked incredibly handsome.
Under his gaze, she continued to wipe the already clean dishes and the disinfected countertop.
She was in a panic.
It seemed they hadn’t been intimate in a long time. His move was enough to frighten her.
“The dishes are clean, let’s go out. We can watch TV together.”
Only then did Zoey set down the plate and timidly follow him out.
For the rest of the day, she was extra vigilant, as if she was guarding against a thief, fearful of any
accidental closeness with him.
But Fitch didn’t trouble her further.
When it was time to sleep, she returned to her small bed, worried about losing control.
Zoey was a woman profoundly lacking security, never having felt family love, betrayed by romance—
her soul was barren.
She clung to monthly calls with Belinda for a semblance of the family love she yearned for, and was
likely to give her life for any generous display of affection.
Zoey was a gullible woman so much so that a single candy could convince her of someone’s lifelong
worth.
Indeed, women lacking security were easy prey, thus often falling for unworthy men.
Perhaps there were men out there willing to be kind to her, but she knew Fitch was definitely not one of
them.
Fitch showed apathy and even disgust to her; he was disgusted by her attempts to seduce him, by
everything about her.
She turned her back to him. Her posture was in defense even when she lied in her own small bed.
But eventually, she had to fall asleep.
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She woke to a sensation of suffocation, feeling his shadow looming over her and his lips upon hers. It
was like fireworks exploding in her vision.
She didn’t even know how to react.
Fitch’s hand cradled the back of her head, her hair entwined around his fingers.