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?"

emotions in his eyes

frowned, and the next second,

is my girlfriend. If there's an issue with the

took Zoey's hand, marking the first

such contact, felt her cheeks flush

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

turning to get in, but

"Zoey!"

emotion packed into those two syllables was overwhelming, her heart numb and

of panic, as if she was treading on

and glanced back at

a

gaze heavy and fraught, it took him a while to

quickly slipped into

mom. Lost my composure for a moment, sorry." Henry's eyes were filled with confusion, but he said nothing and got into the

watching the car start up slowly, pursed her

rich folks always have a

chuckled softly, pulling out a piece of candy from his

"Don't be upset."

not upset. I just think he's

was about to order, she caught sight of someone taking a seat