Female Novel
Chapter 1350
Ian strode in with the weariness of a man who had traveled far, his voice heavy with the weight of
interrogation. He had intended to inquire if Fitch remembered anything else of use, but to his dismay,
Fitch couldn't even recall his own identity.
Zoey was perched on the edge of the couch, her gaze carefully averted from Ian, her fingers tightlynovelbin
clutching at Fitch's shirt as she gave a small, nervous shake of her head.
"Mr. Raymond," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "when Mr. Haskins woke up, his memory
was a bit foggy. He's been through a lot, and the injuries were severe."
The blush on her cheeks had spread down to her neck, leaving her as red as a lobster fresh out of the
pot.
Fitch pulled her into his arms, patting her back in a comforting rhythm.
"What are you scared of?" he murmured softly.
Zoey's skin was burning up, her hands clenched tightly on the fabric of her jeans.
With a sigh of frustration, Ian lit a cigarette and said bluntly, "Zoey, send him upstairs. I need to talk to
you alone."
Zoey quickly took Fitch's hand.
"Fitch, he really is your best friend. He came because he's worried about you. A lot has happened to
both of you, and it's too much to explain right now. But I wouldn't lie to you. Please, just go upstairs for
a bit."
Fitch felt a twinge of reluctance and a hint of threat.
This so-called friend was a little too charming for comfort.
Still, after the past few days of being with Zoey, who was now as pliable as melted butter in his arms,
he doubted she had the energy to stray.
He stood up, kissed her softly on the lips, and made his way upstairs.
That kiss left Zoey feeling as if all the moisture in her body was being drawn out, evaporating into thin
air.
She bowed her head even lower, her palms damp with sweat.
"Mr. Raymond, what is it you want to ask?" she said, her voice barely audible.
What Zoey didn't realize was that Ian was already well aware of her and Fitch's relationship.
Only after confirming Fitch had left did he extinguish the cigarette between his fingers.
"You can sleep with him, just don't give him your heart," Ian said coldly. "He's never going to love you."
Zoey froze, her face draining of color.
Every time Fitch held her close, she felt cherished, deeply loved.
At first, she'd been lucid—aware that Fitch's attentions were due only to his temporary amnesia.
But gradually, she had lost herself.
She loathed how easily she had surrendered her heart.
Yet being kissed, being loved, felt like an intoxicating poison.
She became addicted without realizing it, and now just the sight of him stirred a sweet sensation in her
heart.
She'd convinced herself it was her own fairy tale—a dream spoken aloud.
But fairy tales are fiction, and dreams inevitably end.
Ian's arrival had pulled the bottom brick from her castle of illusions, and it had crumbled instantly.
Her lashes quivered as tears threatened to spill, her lips turned pale.
Did Mr. Raymond think she was unworthy of Fitch?
She knew she was. Fitch was out of her league; they came from different worlds.
If she hadn't taken the bold step to his bed, their paths might never have crossed.
Ian realized she'd misunderstood and tried to explain.
"Fitch has issues with women, stemming from his past. He's being nice now because he's forgotten
that, too. When his memory returns, so will his old demeanor. Don't you think he's been acting unlike
himself lately? Soon, all his tenderness will retract. Zoey, Maja cares about every member of the Star
Movie group. I felt it was my duty to tell you. Enjoy yourselves for now if you must, but don't get too
attached."
Zoey's heart hammered, her eyes reddening, but she clung to the remnants of her rational mind.
"Mr. Raymond, thank you for the heads-up. I understand."
Ian frowned, thinking of her predicament, and rubbed his temple.
"I asked you to look after him because you knew him and I didn't want others aware of his situation. It
wasn't an endorsement of your relationship. Fitch's condition caught me off guard. Continue taking care
of him; there will be a generous reward for you. As for matters of the heart, that's beyond me. Just let
me know when he's back to himself."
He stood up, eager to leave, with more pressing matters to attend to.
On his way out, he offered one last piece of advice.
"Don't harbor any false hope about Fitch's attitude after he wakes up. I know him better than anyone.
He’s never loved you, not before, not now. The future? Uncertain. But it's highly probable that once he
remembers, he'll find you repulsive."