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."

she dodged his question about whether it was

worried Zoey might rock the boat, quickly attempted to lighten the

please, let's have a

finally shifted his gaze, sparing

down with a gruff voice, "Go say hello to Ms.

stood there, craning his neck to look

going to be your teacher. No tears in the classroom, okay?" Nolan gazed at her with the same seriousness

internally, like father, like

at least the child's eyes were innocent, free from the complexities that adults

but he fought

troublemaker would

looking sharp in her professional attire, her waist cinched

fogged for a moment until the

and they headed

so that he didn't even register

distraction but didn't dare to probe, opting

the

let go of Nolan's hand

spotted Henry in corridor holding

as surprised by the crowd as

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

Fitch spoke up with a

female colleagues thought he was joking. It was obvious, wasn't it? Zoey had