NovelEnglishHe recognized that face - it was Murray, Zoey's cheating ex-boyfriend. What was this, an attempt at a reconciliation?
With a flick of his wrist, Fitch tossed his water bottle into a nearby trash bin without so much as a glance and made his way
outside.
After settling into his car, his driver called.
“Mr. Haskins, where's the pickup?”
“Forget it. She's got a ride. Head back.”
The driver, puzzled but obedient, turned around and left.
Fitch ignited the engine, his eyes never wandering back to where Zoey stood. He gripped the steering wheel, his foot pressing the
accelerator with purpose.
A scoff formed in his mind. A cheater, he mused, was like gum that'd been chewed and spit out. Now Zoey wanted to pick up that
gum and chew it again? Who was he to stop her?
Swomen just never learn. And didn't she have feelings for him?
Her affections ccheap. Just last week she was heartbroken over him, and now her ex could touch her face as if nothing
happened.
Fitch didn’t realize his grip on the steering wheel was tightening. His thoughts drifted to the encounter with Mr. Colby in the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtrestroom and soon, he called a number.
People like that needed to be ousted from the company, a total disgrace.
Zoey shoved Murray away, her uneven steps hastening toward the street to hail a cab. Murray, like a persistent shadow, lingered
behind her, his face etched with worry.
“Zoey, letget you a room next door. If you're concerned, | won't go up with you,” he offered, playing the gentleman.
Shivering with cold she didn't want him to see; a car pulled up, and bending down, she saw Carol inside.
“Carol?”
“Zoey?”
Carol, inside the car, reached to unlock the door but found it was already locked. She cast a glance at the man poring over
documents.
“My friend's drunk. | want to take her home.”
Felix didn't bother to look up, and merely glanced at his watch, “You've got ten minutes, unless you don't want to see your dad.”
Carol felt a wave of humiliation. It was an opportunity she had fought hard for. After begging for a week, Felix finally relented to let
her see her father, granting her a mere ten minutes. Now, the car ride felt like a trip to a penitentiary visitation.
Taking a deep breath, Carol noticed Murray still hovering behind Zoey.
“I'll take my friend home. | won't be seeing him today.”
Felix arched an eyebrow, signaling the driver to unlock the door. Carol stepped out, supporting Zoey, “Are you drunk?”
Zoey, having seen a familiar face, let her guard down completely. Carol, trying to settle her in the backseat, heard Felix's voice,
“Help her in front.”
With no other choice, she guided Zoey to the passenger seat. Without giving Murray another look, she climbed into the back and
gave the driver Zoey's address.
As Zoey dozed off, she felt a chill not from the temperature but from the icy atmosphere. She shivered and heard a smooth male
voice.
“Seems you don't care that much about your dad.”
His phone rang before his voice trailed off; it was Listina asking his whereabouts.
“I'll be hsoon. You're at my place? I'm not with her; the doctor said you need rest, right? I've eaten.”
Carol stared out the window, ignoring his conversation with Listina, but even with the distance between them, she overheard his
soothing tone.
“Be good, eat without me. Don't wait up.”
After hanging up, he methodically capped his pen.
“If Listina knew you slept withlast night, she'd probably pass out. She can't handle stress right now, can she?”
Felix wasn't provoked, his pen clipped to the documents, “If we're getting married, what's the problem with sleeping together?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarol started laughing, “Poor Listina, your fiancée. Childhood sweethearts, years of knowing each other, and she's still waiting for
you to marry her. Mr. Brown, you've always been ruthless with women.”
Felix remained silent as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. Carol jerked away as if stung, instinctively slapping him.
Maybe it was the evening's mention of Abner that unsettled her. She couldn't be as stone-hearted as Felix, pretending nothing ever
happened.
His head didn’t even turn as he seized her wrist, yanking down her collar and biting her neck.
Carol trembled from the pain. The next second, his tongue traced the spot soothingly, “Next tyou slap someone, consider the
consequences.”
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