Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

But as a matter of politeness, she extended her hand.

"Hello there."

Fitch stared at her outstretched porcelain hand, silent for a moment before finally enveloping it with his own.

Zoey couldn't be sure, but it seemed as though his fingertips trembled ever so slightly.

She felt a twinge of discomfort, but then her gaze fell on the child nestled in his arms-a cute and seemingly well-behaved boy-and she breathed easier. "Nolan will be in my class from now on. I'll take good care of him."

The other teachers in the vicinity were as quiet as church mice, all taken aback by how handsome the investor was! And the child in his arms was just adorable.

Rumors had it that his wife had passed away four years ago and he hadn't remarried, leaving his son motherless. Considering he hailed from the prestigious Greenfield lineage, anyone who could snag a connection with him wouldn't have to worry for generations!

Gemma was the first to step forward, visibly excited.

"Mr. Haskins, your presence is a blessing to our kindergarten."

The others chimed in, "Indeed, it's a blessing."

Fitch didn't glance their way; his eyes remained fixed on Zoey, noting her somewhat forced smile.

"Is it? A blessing for Ms. March as well?"

After he said this, his gaze bore into her.

Zoey's smile twitched, "The whole of Zion City knows the importance of Mr. Haskins' arrival."

dodged his question about whether

principal, worried Zoey might rock the boat,

Haskins, this way please, let's

his gaze, sparing

Nolan down with a gruff voice,

neck to look up at

"Hey there, Nolan. I'm going to be your teacher. No tears in the classroom, okay?" Nolan gazed at her with the same

mused internally, like father, like

eyes were innocent, free from the complexities that adults often

eyes welled up but he fought back

could handle it. A troublemaker would

invitingly, looking sharp in her professional attire, her

mind fogged for a moment until the principal spoke again, snapping

took Nolan's hand and they

followed, feeling as if everything was surreal, so much so that he didn't even register what the principal was

distraction but didn't dare to probe, opting to stay

reached the

go of

in corridor holding

surprised by the crowd as

her throat, "Principal, please take them inside. I need to handle a personal matter." Her introductions

to agree when Fitch spoke up with a dark tone,

thought he was joking. It was