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?"

the emotions in his eyes bordering on

next second, she

is my girlfriend. If there's an issue with

Zoey's hand, marking the first time they had held

used to such contact, felt her cheeks flush with

so considerate, turned to her with a soft voice,

turning to get in,

"Zoey!"

those two syllables was overwhelming, her heart numb and aching with

felt a sense of panic, as if she was treading

glanced back

locked on her like a hunter targeting

him a while to force a smile, "Zoey,

uneasy, quickly slipped into

like my kid's mom. Lost my composure for a moment, sorry." Henry's eyes were filled with confusion, but

the car start up slowly,

have a few

piece of candy from his

"Don't be upset."

not upset. I just think he's being

just as Zoey was about to order, she caught sight of someone taking a seat nearby.