Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Stepping into the study, Fitch found Nolan perched quietly at his custom-made kiddie desk, a miniature version of the one where Fitch often conducted his meetings. Whenever business was underway, Nolan would sit silently beside him, a picture of calm composure.

The kid spoke so rarely that even a couple of extra questions from Fitch made him feel like he was talking to himself.

"Nolan, are you hungry, buddy?"

The icy demeanor Fitch usually carried melted away in his son's presence, as if he was the first bloom of spring.

"No."

"What have you been up to today? Didn't see you come down at all."

Nolan's gaze remained fixed on a picture book, the soft light caressing his hair, giving it a fluffy appearance.

Without an answer, Fitch leaned in closer to see what had captured his son's attention.

The page Nolan was on depicted a scene about searching for a mother, a book he had read several times before.

Fitch hadn't realized it contained such a storyline.

Sharon's words echoed in his mind, suggesting a woman's presence at home would make a difference. Nolan might be missing a mother's love.

He reached out, gently ruffling the boy's hair.

"Nolan, how about daddy finds you a new mommy, would that be good?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Nolan's eyes as he looked up.

a chord. If Nolan needed it, he was willing to marry

Nolan's head quickly dropped, "No, don't, I don't want

came out in one breath, revealing his

as he lifted his son, "Okay, no new mommy. Let's go have dinner, and

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