NovelEnglishZoey clutched her clothes tightly, her heart skipping a beat the moment she saw Fitch. It felt like she was finally breathing again. She sat there, motionless, drained of all strength.
The pleading voices of Mr. Jones and Gemma echoed in her ears, followed by the sound of someone striding towards her.
Her clothes were disheveled, her hair a mess.
Fitch shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her, "It's all right now." Zoey was still dazed, her mind a chaotic mess.
It wasn't until she was lifted into his arms, her feet off the ground, that tears began to fall.
When Mr. Jones had pinned her down, she truly thought it was the end.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe hadn't been on guard against her colleagues, especially in a coffee shop they frequented often. She never imagined Gemma would dare to do such a thing.
She rested her head against Fitch's chest, still struggling to catch her breath.
As Fitch carried her out, the sound of Mr. Jones's screams echoed behind them, with no one knowing what awaited him.
Zoey's face was still pale when she was placed in the car.
Soon, she saw Nolan getting in as well.
Nolan looked as innocent as ever, but with noticeable red marks on his face.
Her pupils contracted in anger, wishing she could go back and slap Gemma and Mr. Jones dozens of times for laying a hand on such a sweet child! Outside the car, numerous officials from Zion City stood, including the principal, all drenched in sweat and silent.
The son of a major investor had been hit by a teacher, and the woman the investor was interested in was almost assaulted by a local official. Zion City seemed doomed.
The principal wiped the sweat from his forehead, and no one dared to speak.
Fitch didn't offer any explanation, simply instructing his assistant to drive off.
When they reached the apartment, Zoey was still carried inside, utterly exhausted.
Fitch had brought her to his place, where he had prepared a warm bath and pajamas for her.
"Go take a shower." She wasn't ready for a soak, but a quick shower was manageable.
Entering the bathroom, Zoey found it stocked with female products, clearly prepared by Fitch in advance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn sways, the man was incredibly thoughtful.
After her shower, she was too tired to stay awake and fell asleep on the bed.
For the next three days, she stayed there, haunted by the incident with Mr. Jones and plagued by nightmares. With her parents still away on vacation, she felt uneasy at halone. Fitch didn't rush her, so she temporarily took residence there.
Three days later,fortably soaking in the bathtub, she stepped out to find Fitch standing in the room.
Wrapped only in a towel, her cheeks instantly flushed.
"Mr. Haskins, is there something you need?" 17.
Fitch's gaze fell on her shoulder, where marks he had left were still visible, stirring a sudden heat within him. He averted his eyes, love suppressing his emotions. "The Jones family's sentencing is decided. They're going to jail. How long would you want them to serve?" Zoey felt awkward, gripping the edge of her towel tightly, scared it might slip.
Fitch turned away, avoiding looking in her direction.
"Alright, then get srest." Zoey nodded, only sitting down on the bed edge after he had left.
Back in his room, Fitch couldn't shake the image of Zoey fresh from the bath, cheeks flushed, hair damp, and her legs long and slender.
e He rarely paid much attention to women in such a manner, but that brief glance was etched in his mind.
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