Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Now, as he gazed at Zoey's sleeping face without blinking, he was desperate to confirm if all of this was just a dream. That's why he wanted to take her back to Greenfield, where everything between them had begun.

He wasn't too familiar with Zion City, so every time he looked at her face, he felt a sense of unease, as if she might leave at any moment. He wanted to keep her close, even if it meant resorting to despicable means, just to have her under his watchful eye.

The next morning, Zoey awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling and still felt a bit disoriented. Fitch had already bought breakfast and placed it on the bedside table. She got up sluggishly to freshen up, always feeling like he was scheming something, perhaps concocting a new method to torment her. But until the end of breakfast, he remained silent, just sitting there, staring at her as if she would vanish the next second. She couldn't take it anymore. "Mr. Haskins, what in the world do you want?"

Fitch lowered his eyelashes, finally showing a sign of weakness. "Don't want to go back to Greenfield, huh? Want to stay in Zion City forever?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'll stay in Greenfield too, just across from your place. Nolan really likes you. How about you come over for dinner every day to keep him company? Can you do that?"

Zoey was taken aback because Fitch's tone was unexpectedly gentle. It was rare for him to ask for permission; he usually just made decisions on his own. Now, as he looked into her eyes, he seemed genuinely earnest in his question. Suddenly, she felt a bit uncomfortable. To refuse would be to disregard Nolan, who was indeed adorable. To accept, who knew what Fitch was plotting.

"Zoey, Nolan's always worried about us fighting. He gets sad but won't say anything, just cries himself to sleep."

"Alright, I agree."

Henry, don't you think

him, important than you. Zoey, you want a man who loves you enough to break his

in his logic. Fitch had said something similar before,

passionate, intense love. Even

and

been

deep craving of hers. When

to ask him

be too selfish

that's for us to decide. Mr. Haskins, we have

say, "Dessert's here. I had it delivered. You should eat something sweet during your period; it'll

moments ago, she had been cold and confrontational, and now he'd brought her dessert, making

key.

owing anyone anything. When