Chapter 1657


    Or rather, if she had any spine at all, it felt like it was made of cheap stic.


    As this thought crossed her mind, she had her elbows propped up on the table before her, with palms pressed together and


    resting against her forehead.


    Fitch had no idea what she was doing until he noticed her shoulders trembling slightly and tears dripping onto the tabletop, one


    after another.


    That irksome feeling crept up on him again. He wasn''t normally short-tempered, but around her, he found his patience wore thin.


    Crying? What''s there to cry about? There are plenty of people in the world with bigger problems than hers.


    Fitch''s heart was indeed cold. He pulled out a cigarette, wanting to light up, but then he remembered where he was and


    reluctantly put it back down.


    Zoey continued to cry, clenching her hands tightly and trying not to let her sobs escape.


    She didn''t know why she was crying; just being around him made it impossible to hold back.


    In the past few days, she had been hit repeatedly, but she only felt the physical pain, which was bearable.


    But with Fitch''s presence, it was as though all her wounds were being torn open again, which magnified the pain a thousandfold.


    Unbearable agony.


    She couldn''t recall much of what happened next as she just numbly followed behind him, watching how he signed various


    documents until, finally, she saw the blue sky outside.


    He drove, and she sat in the passenger seat, quietly watching the road ahead.


    The cuts on her fingers were festering, yet she felt almost nothing.


    Fitch didn''t immediately start the car but took a phone call, his brows knitted with amanding air.


    After hanging up, he rubbed his forehead, feeling desperately in need of a break.


    But he had a meeting to attend at thepany.


    He drove to the office, and upon arrival, he didn''t bother to check on Zoey, who remained seated in the passenger side.


    Fitch headed to the top floor for the meeting, but during the meeting, his mind wasn''t fully there, and he couldn''t help nce


    outside asionally.


    Ever since he took over the Haskins family business, he''d been a workaholic, never allowing anything to disturb his focus.


    Today, however, when someone asked him the same question twice, he felt irritable and stood up abruptly.


    "Dismissed. Cut all this verbose fluff; | don''t have time for sugar-coated figures."


    The speaker was shocked, but before he could react, Fitch had already left the boardroom.


    Those left behind exchanged uneasy nces and reluctantly started revising their presentation.


    Reports for the boss always needed a polish, or else no one could bear the responsibility for poor figures.


    Fitch used to let things slide, but today he broke through the facade.


    Back in his office, he loosened his tie with one hand, his frown deepening.


    The assistant didn''t dare disturb him.


    After dealing with paperwork for a while and noticing it was getting dark outside, Fitch grabbed his coat and clocked out.


    As he approached his car in the underground parking, a thought crossed his mind.


    Zoey couldn''t possibly still be in the passenger seat, could she?


    Astrange feeling surged within him and, sure enough, when he opened the door, there she was, still curled up asleep, bleeding


    from her wounds.


    A re of anger ignited in Fitch, and he shook her awake roughly.


    “Are you sick or something?"


    Zoey''s cor was gripped tight, making it hard for her to breathe.


    Squinting at the dark sky outside, she realized night had fallen.


    Fitch let go of her cor, settled into the driver''s seat, and hit the gas pedal.


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    Without a word, Fitch grabbed Zoey and headed upstairs.


    The property manager recognized Zoey and opened the door immediately.


    After reaching her apartment, she keyed in the code.


    Fitch had never been to her ce before; it wasn''t spacious, but enough for one person.


    Abag of dog food still sat in the living room.


    Zoey didn''t understand why he


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    Fitch stood by the window, smoking, not looking at her.