Female Novel
Chapter 1530
Fitch's face still bore the imprint of Zoey's hand. Anyone claiming she hadn't put much strength into that
slap would be telling tales.
The stinging pain on his cheek was all he could focus on.
Ignoring Tyler's attempts to intervene, Fitch grabbed Zoey's wrist tightly and dragged her out of the
bustling hall.
Carol made a move to follow but was stopped by Tyler.
"Ms. Miller, you can't get involved in their mess."
"What on earth is he planning to do?"
Tyler smirked, "After all these years, how many women have you seen lay a hand on Fitch? Even the
Haskins elders wouldn't dare cross him. Zoey's slap must have really ticked him off. But he's got anovelbin
sense of restraint. He wouldn't actually hit a woman."
Carol scoffed, "You guys are all the same, no good men among you."
Her voice faltered, and she looked down, falling silent.
Tyler picked up a glass of wine from a nearby tray and took a sip, "Well, Ms. Miller, it all depends on
what you consider 'good.' We've always judged by our conscience."
Carol didn't respond, her gaze fixed toward the villa as she lapsed into silence.
Meanwhile, Fitch had dragged Zoey to a secluded part of the garden.
"Let go!"
She tried to break free, but he pinned her against the wall.
Her back screamed in pain, and then she felt his weight on her.
Her chin was suddenly in his grip, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
There was no denying she had used all her might for that slap. Now, his cheek was visibly swollen.
In a moment of madness, Zoey felt a surge of satisfaction.
Fitch glared at her, memories of their rough encounters in bed flashing through his mind.
She had always been a reluctant lover, often gagging.
But he had found a perverse pleasure in it, as if exposing a hidden secret.
He had always despised women, feeling nauseated by the mere touch of their lips.
Initially, he rarely kissed Zoey, but during the brief time he had lost his memory, he had kissed her
countless times.
"Three hundred thousand not enough? You still have to cling to me?"
His grip tightened, his eyes cold as ice.
"Are you addicted, Zoey? How shameless can you get?"
From the very start of their deal for a few tens of thousands, she had been nothing but an object to him.
During the times he had been rough with her, she had cursed her fate.
She never complained.
But it wasn't her choice during his amnesia.
In front of him, she felt choked, unable to utter a word.
The moment she fell for him, she had lost, giving him the right to hurt her indefinitely.
Tears began to fall again, landing on the back of Fitch's hand.
His hand trembled slightly, the tears scalding.
He instinctively wanted to pull back, but after a few centimeters, his grip tightened once more.
A torrent of emotions surged within him: anger, disgust, loathing.
"Take the money and get out. Let's pretend we never knew each other."
Zoey was gasping for air, tears her only response.
He lit a cigarette, feeling her presence behind him, his voice colder than ever.
"Aren't you leaving?"
Without a word, Zoey straightened her clothes and limped away. Co?tent of Dr?manovеls.com
Only when she had put some distance between them did she slowly stop and look down at her ankle.
Swollen like a loaf of bread, it looked absolutely dreadful.
Footsteps approached from behind, and a glimmer of hope flickered in her heart.
But it was Mia's voice that reached her.