Female Novel
Chapter 1335
Zoey felt her heart pounding like a jackhammer, her instinct was to turn away, but she caught his
words, “Why run? If I wanted to kiss you, it’s only a matter of time.”
She wanted to argue, to push back against his advances, but his lips descended once more, tangling
her in a vine-like embrace that left her breathless.
When she finally got the chance to speak, she turned her head.
“Mr. Haskins, I was worried you’d blame me. You never used to kiss me.”
As she spoke, a sour sting pinched at her nose.
Maybe it’s a woman’s folly, she thought. A guy was willing to share with you a bed but never a kiss,
even a fervent plea for one in a moment of passion would be coldly refused.
It was embarrassing, shaming.
It mattered to her, though she kept telling herself it shouldn't.novelbin
“I’ve never kissed you?” Fitch echoed, disbelief coloring his voice.
How come he was that kind of man?
Tears sprang to Zoey’s eyes, a silent testament to her feelings of injustice.
Fitch knelt on one knee beside her bed, pulling her up.
His fingertip traced her lips, “Never here?”
She nodded.
His touch wandered lower, to places more intimate.
“Here, perhaps?”
Her cheeks flamed with a blush. Impossible. Fitch wouldn’t do that.
Seeing her reaction, he had her answer.
“Do you despise my kisses?”
Zoey’s body had long adapted to him. Past encounters with other men had left her nauseous, but with
him, she found pleasure. Once, she longed to kiss him when she was lost in desire, but only to be
rebuffed. It felt like being doused with cold water.
She shook her head.
His hand pressed against the back of her skull, and his lips claimed hers.
Words were unnecessary; the searing kiss was overwhelming.
For the first time, Zoey felt the depths of a passionate kiss. Her face was aflame, her hands uncertain
where to rest.
Their usual intimacy was always the same, with her in a position of humiliation, face down, him unable
to see her face.
Now, she felt like she would melt into his kiss, her mind awash with blooming flowers, her cheeks hotter
by the second.
Just as she felt she might suffocate, he released her, and stared deeply and intensely at her flushed
face.
He scooped her up forcefully into his arms, carrying her to his bed.
Zoey felt scalded by his warmth, her body involuntarily trembling.
“Wait, don’t.”
As she felt almost suffocated by the kissing again, his kisses started to travel lower. Though she felt an
urge to scream, she just blankly stared at the ceiling and let herself get lost in a tempestuous sea.
Everything became tumultuous.
It felt like an explosion, a sudden drop, then another explosion.
The sensation of surrender was too real; she wanted to flee but couldn’t muster the strength.
No man had ever treated her this way. She tried to push him away, but when her hand brushed his hair,
her grip tightened instead.
“Fitch.”
She called out tentatively, and then, in the next moment, he hoisted her up, positioning her on top.
“Please, don’t, I’m begging you.”
She was driven by a fear to escape, but her struggle was in vain.
Zoey couldn’t quite recall how she made it through the night, what she could recall was that she felt
fulfilled, utterly so.
The chill of autumn filled the room, and something else filled her heart.
When she woke up and saw him the next morning, she blushed so fiercely that the flush spread from
her cheeks to her neck. She fixed her eyes on the floor, feeling too shy to meet his gaze.
Fitch, however, remained unruffled when getting dressed at the foot of the bed, complacent about how
her reaction told the excellence of his performance.
Perhaps now divorce was off the table?
North America.
Ian furrowed his brow upon hearing that Fitch needed another month to recuperate. It made him more
impatient with Patric, who stood right before him.
Patric had been hanging around on the seventh floor with the excuse of jogging his memory .
If it weren’t for the need to debrief him on the research facility, Ian would have thrown Patric into the
dungeon by now.
“Have you recalled anything yet?”
Patric had scoured the seventh floor, and he did recall other details aside from the location of the liquor
cabinet, such as the view of the city’s tallest landmark.
This view had haunted his dreams countless times, but he couldn’t distinguish whether it belonged to
Eric’s memories or his own.
“I’m certain now, I’ve been here before.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed. Eric had definitely never been here.
“Ask Eric if he’s been here.”
Patric nodded, tentatively reaching out to Eric, and to his surprise, Eric responded.
“I’ve never been here.”
Patric’s eyes narrowed. If Eric hadn’t been here, and the memories were that of his own, then he must
have been here.
Wait a minute!
“Eric, you said you had never been here, but if I’m your second personality and you’ve never been
here, how would I know anything about this place?"
“I’ve never been here indeed, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t. Our memories aren’t shared.”
“Is that so?”
Patric was thrown into confusion again. He felt that a profound secret must be lurking beneath it all,
one that Eric was unwilling to reveal.