Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

His arms wrapped around Fitch's neck, his gaze as deep and clear as the midnight sky.

Fitch assumed the little guy was just hungry and kept walking forward, unfazed.

But as the observation elevator began its descent, Fitch's eyes inadvertently swept across the lobby below, and there it was - a woman's silhouette.

For four years, every detail of Zoey - her face, her silhouette, her voice - had been etched into his very bones.

Even from this distance, his heart trembled.

He froze, his grip on Nolan tightening instinctively.

Seconds later, he began frantically pressing the elevator button.

The hotel manager by his side didn't dare to speak up. He wanted to say that pressing the button now was futile; they needed to wait for the elevator at the designated floor to move down.

But Fitch knew this all too well.

He was just panicking, hence the repeated pressing.

When the elevator finally started moving down, he strode out with Nolan in his arms.

He arrived at the spot where Zoey had stood, but she was gone.

His gaze wandered aimlessly into the distance as his phone began to ring.

It was Tyler.

"Tyler, what's up?"

"Fitch, your mom has been calling me since yesterday. She and lan are helping you look for a potential bride. You're seriously considering getting hitched?"

Fitch's attitude had been ambiguous last time, so Sharon assumed he'd agreed.

But after discussing it with Nolan, the boy's stance was a firm no.

Nolan doesn't want a new

speaking, Nolan patted his back.

the first time Nolan had

as if it had been hollowed out,

a deep breath and told Tyler, "I'll talk it over with Nolan again.

Tyler sighed.

have a good talk with

set Nolan down and

do you

the direction Zoey had left.

about it. Didn't you say you didn't want Daddy to

his head, then nodded. "Want

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he was doing. He had chased a mere silhouette from

Zoey was long gone.

Nolan's hand and scooped him back into

and I'll find someone you'll be happy

nothing, his dark eyes still

Meanwhile...

to a more modest restaurant with Henry, enjoying the quieter

mainly because Henry had a good sense of boundaries and never probed too

meal, which she found quite satisfactory, Henry asked,

was indeed

getting to

know him better. Though

they were certainly worrie

her parents hadn't pressured.

her.