Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nolan Haskins' fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet. Although young, he could see clearly-Mom didn't like Dad. Now, someone was trying to take Mom away, and Dad was panicking.

Nolan was also panicking, but what worried him more was the fear that even if Mom knew, she wouldn't change her mind. He opened his mouth, then closed it, not knowing what to say.

Fitch Haskins wrapped his arms around Nolan, gently patting his back. "Easy there, just try and get some sleep."

Nolan lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Fitch tucked him in and stood up to leave the room.

As he reached the staircase, he glanced at Zoey March sitting on the couch. One of her hands was cuffed to a nearby shelf, making escape impossible, and her face showed signs of distress. Seeing Fitch approach, her expression darkened further.

Fitch sat beside her, pausing for half a minute without saying a word. It was Zoey who broke the silence.

"Fitch, what do you really want?"

Instead, Fitch asked, "Thirsty?"

She was indeed a bit irritated.

up to fetch two glasses of

didn't respond, turning her head away, leaving the pill untouched. Fitch felt somewhat at a loss; he had mentally prepared himself before coming down. Yet, facing her, he

they were legally husband and wife, that she now couldn't date other men, let alone

what if Zoey questioned how the marriage certificate

went to prison that he used the Haskins family's connections to obtain it from the city hall. If Zoey knew about the year she had served, how would she see him? She might despise him even Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

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had been in the past,

"What do

then, they heard a car horn outside, followed

It was Henry Sullivan.

after being hung up on earlier, Henry was supposed to be preparing for a trip abroad the next morning, yet here he was at this crucial moment. Her parents had already been picked

was still cuffed. She looked

and he was powerless to complain. He lowered his eyelashes, not

scoffed, "Mr. Haskins, need I

words, the doorbell rang, Henry's voice

wondering when Fitch had moved into this neighborhood. Adding today's hang-up