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Zoey 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.

She 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.

In some ways, 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

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nightmares. With her parents still

away on vacation, she felt uneasy at home alone.

Fitch didn't rush her, so she temporarily took residence there.

Three days later, comfortably soaking in the bathtub, she stepped out to find Fitch standing in the room.

Wrapped only in a towel, her cheeks instantly flushed.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Mr. Haskins, is there something you need?"

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,

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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 some rest."

Zoey nodded, only sitting down on the bed edge after he had left.

Back in his room, Fitch couldn't shake

antage of Zoey fresh front

the bath, cheeks flushed, hair damp,

ther legs long and slendamp,

He rarely paid much attention to women in such a manner, but that brief glance was etched in his mind.