Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's smile was a bit strained. What was this guy's deal? Couldn't he tell they were just being polite?

Henry's expression faltered as well. "But, you know, today's a bit..."

That was a diplomatic way of saying no, clear to anyone who could read between the lines.

But Fitch seemed oblivious to the hint.

"If you guys are heading out to grab a bite, mind if I tag along?"

Henry instantly realized that Fitch was there for them.

Why, though? Had there been an issue with the piano they'd sold him yesterday?

Seeing Henry at a loss for words, Zoey immediately stepped forward to intercept.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but it's not a good time for us. We're on a date, just the two of us, and we really can't include anyone else. If you're in dire need of a tour guide, we can recommend someone else or maybe some other time."

Zoey thought her words were clear enough for the man to back off.

But his gaze stayed fixed on her, intense and complex.

After a long pause, he finally uttered, "You two... what's your relationship?"

was hoarse, the emotions in his eyes bordering

frowned, and the next second,

girlfriend. If there's an issue with the piano, you can contact our

Zoey's hand, marking the first time

to such contact, felt her cheeks flush with

with a soft voice,

turning to get in, but

"Zoey!"

was overwhelming, her

as if she was treading on

frowned and glanced back

her like a hunter targeting his prey, making

a while to force a

quickly slipped

with a simple, "She looks a lot like my kid's mom. Lost my composure for a moment, sorry." Henry's eyes were filled with confusion, but he said

the car start up slowly, pursed

rich folks always have a few

softly, pulling out a piece of candy from

"Don't be upset."

not upset. I just think he's

about to order, she caught sight of someone taking a seat nearby. Lifting her eyes, she locked gazes