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 me 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.


    “I’ve never kissed you?” Fitch echoed, disbelief coloring his voice.


    Howe 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 ces more intimate.


    “Here, perhaps?”


    Her cheeks med 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 imed hers.


    Words were unnecessary; the searing kiss was overwhelming.


    For the first time, Zoey felt the depths of a passionate kiss. Her face was ame, 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 nkly 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,cent about how


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    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


    cab, such as the view of the city’s tallestndmark.


    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 ce?"


    “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.