Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1302

He had no reason to resist when opportunity was served on a silver platter.

Zoey remained silent, cradling his face, leaning in for a kiss.

With agile fingers, the man pinched her waist and turned his head away.

Zoey snapped back to reality, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

She had been so infuriated by her mother that she had forgotten: this man never kissed her.

To him, it was a repulsive act.

Now, as he averted his face, revealing a sharp jawline, she quickly retreated, attempting to sit beside him.

But in the next moment, he deftly lifted her skirt and plunged into action.

The dashboard of the car had been laid flat, and Zoey's heart trembled. She dared not meet his eyes.

Her hands rested on the fine fabric of his suit. He seemed in high spirits tonight, leaning back leisurely while exerting force with intensity.

His gaze was locked on her face, sending waves of heat through Zoey's body.

She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes even once as the car finally came to a stop at their destination.

But she knew his gaze had never left her face.

The man's stamina was impressive, and forty minutes in the car was hardly enough. Thus, after parking in the courtyard, the driver discreetly left, knowing his place.

After another hour of tumultuous passion, the man finally gripped her waist, content.

Zoey was spent, barely registering his words.

"Don't forget to take your pill."

"Mhm."

She couldn't conjure up variety in bed, nor did she dare to try.

The one thing that pleased him was her rare concession to forego protection in favor of taking the pill herself, a habit now formed.

She lowered her lashes and began to dress quietly.

The man's suit was barely disturbed, requiring only a minor adjustment before he could exit the vehicle.