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

second, she was pulled

Haskins, Zoey is my girlfriend. If there's an issue with the piano, you

marking the first time they

to such contact, felt

considerate, turned to her with a soft voice, "You go ahead and get

get in, but then Fitch's

"Zoey!"

was overwhelming, her heart numb

as if she was treading on cotton

frowned and glanced

was locked on her like a

heavy and fraught, it took him a while to

feeling uneasy, quickly

left 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,

watching the car start up slowly,

rich folks always have a few screws

pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket and offering

"Don't be upset."

not upset. I just think he's

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