NovelEnglishMeanwhile, Zoey forced herself to drive away from the moment she got into her car.
She didn't glance at Fitch. Their cars nearly brushed past each other, but she didn't turn her head, gripping the steering wheel with
both hands, eyes fixed ahead.
Only about half a mile down the road did she realize she'd taken the wrong turn. She was supposed to be heading home, yet here
she was, on the way to the office.
A self-deprecating laugh escaped her lips - she still couldn't keep her cool around him. Even though everyone said she was out of
his league, called her shameless, she just couldn't let go.
That was Zoey. No matter how badly Belinda treated her, she desperately soaked up any scrap of affection like a parched sponge,
telling herself it was okay.
Then there was Murray. Seven years of a relationship where she'd shoulder hundreds of thousands in debt, even though he flirted
with the boss's daughter. There was a twhen Zoey had hoped he'd cback around.
With every love, she placed herself at rock bottom, down in the dust. But her feelings for Belinda, for Murray, they had evaporated,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpacked away with enough disappointments to leave quietly.
She couldn't let go of Fitch, maybe because she hadn't amassed enough disappointment yet.
Zoey made a U-turn up ahead, and as she opened the door to her place, a scruffy little dog crunning, wagging its tail
excitedly. She shed her coat and lifted the dog high.
"Ozzy, I'm sorry. I've been swamped at work; haven't been around much."
Ozzy was a little mutt she and Fitch had adopted during their ttogether in that fancy villa, although Fitch probably didn't
remember.
Cradling the dog, Zoey noticed there was still sfood she prepared for it left. After dumping the leftover kibble and filling up
fresh water, she cleaned up Ozzy's little mess.
Ozzy was all energy, circling around her legs, still wagging. Zoey's heart melted as she comforted the pup in her arms.
Ozzy was the most obedient dog she'd ever met. She had installed cameras at home, and when working overtat the company,
she would check on it for stime. It was still young, mostly sleeping, waking up to eat, then back to sleep, never much of a
fuss.
She took a deep breath, cuddling the dog on the couch for a while before posting on Facebook.
"Meet my Ozzy."
Unexpectedly, Tyler commented on her post, [Cool nfor a pup.]
The nwas Fitch's idea, but Tyler probably didn't know that.
She replied with a simple thanks and went back to playing with little Ozzy. Tyler stared at the post for a long while before finally
sending it to Fitch.
[Isn't this the puppy from Zoey's place, the one I've seen on your phone?]
Fresh from a shower and working from home, Fitch frowned upon reading the message.
There were only a few photos in his phone's gallery. Prompted by Tyler's question, he opened his album. And there were a few
pictures of Zoey - by the bed, in the garden, cooking, cuddling or bathing a puppy.
The further he scrolled, the deeper his frown, a strange emotion stirring within. His body heated up as he coldly deleted each
photo.
Then he replied to Tyler.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm[You're mistaken.]
Tyler raised an eyebrow. Had he really remembered it wrong?
As Fitch finished deleting, he found his gallery dropped to zero. He rarely took photos, but he could still recall the feelings he had
when he took those pictures.
Just the thought caused something to churn inside him. He rubbed his forehead, forcing himself to focus on the documents on his
computer screen.
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