Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

After the dessert was set down, he placed it in front of Zoey.

Zoey suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

"Do you want to head back to Zion City after this? You've lost your memory and aren't familiar with this place. You can just go back to your teaching job, have dinner with Nolan every day, and that's it. I won't push you to do anything else."

Zoey nodded, slowly picking up her spoon to start on her dessert.

After finishing, she followed Fitch downstairs.

When they drove past a supermarket, Fitch went in to buy her some snacks.

"Eat in the car, in case you get hungry."

Zoey always felt overwhelmed when people were nice to her, not knowing why she reacted this way. When someone showed her kindness, she felt an urge to repay it twofold.

The driver glanced back at them, knowing the boss had a bit of a thing about cleanliness, especially eating in the car, which was usually a definite no-go, let alone snacking. No matter the snack, it would leave a scent.

Yet here was Fitch, personally feeding Zoey. Watching her obediently take small bites, his heart felt like it had been punched.

He rarely had such tender moments with Zoey.

Four years ago, he was constantly humiliating her, and their encounters four years later were confrontational. Such warmth was exceedingly rare.

He couldn't even recall when it last happened.

over four

rather, what a failure he

her, he reached over with a tissue to dab

up, looking up

tone gentle, "Want some milk? I've heard it's

a bit thirsty

for its specialties in Pinewood. He bought a cup, and noticing some hot dumplings next

car

his tall figure standing

front of

modest shop, feeling a f a contradiction. Conte belongs to

bit

was commanding, making

the straw wrapper off and offering

"I got it."

taking the cup and

sensing her unease, and gradually looked

after the panic and exhaustion of the

eating and drinking her fill, she started

quietly

head onto his shoulder, his arm around her

atmosphere in the car was tranquil,