Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's grip tightened around her feet, his gaze sweeping past her.

Zoey pursed her lips, her eyes reddening slightly. "Let's cut the crap. If you really cared about me, you'd ask what I want. I'm asking for an apple, and you're shoving a pear down my throat, then getting mad at me for not being grateful. How does that make sense?"

Fitch lowered his lashes, his fingertips gently massaging her feet. "There's no negotiating going back to Greenfield."

Zoey instantly clammed up. This man was impossible to talk to.

There was no going back to Greenfield today. After finishing a bottle of medicine, she clutched her stomach. "I'm craving oatmeal, can you go grab some for me downstairs?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Fitch lifted his hand, tucking her hair behind her ear, and stood up to get it.

and told the bodyguard outside she needed to use the restroom. The bodyguard, being a man, couldn't follow her inside, so he waited outside. Zoey eyed the large

into her colleague, Gemma. Gemma's eyes flashed with disgust upon seeing her. Zoey had snagged a position Gemma

Zoey now, she screamed out of reflex, ready to pick a fight. But Zoey didn't even glance at her, instead hurrying outside in a panic. Gemma stood there, trembling with anger. Was

You skipped kindergarten today and now you show up

of everyone in

it to the hospital's back door and hailed a taxi. "Driver, please head to

and

grew up, sent there for her protection. She couldn't stay in Zion City any longer, unsure how long Fitch would keep pursuing her. It

remote location made it an ideal hiding spot. In her desperation, she

solution. For

was her only option.