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.

was already over

rather, what a failure he was as

over with a tissue to dab

looking up

gentle, "Want some milk? I've heard it's a specialty here. They say the beans grow really

felt a bit

Fitch asked the driver to stop. He stepped out, heading towards the shop known for its specialties in

the car window,

tall

front of

f a contradiction. Conte belongs

bit

was commanding, making anything around

the straw wrapper

"I got it."

felt somewhat uncomfortable, taking the cup and drinking a few

her, sensing her unease, and gradually looked

settled, after the panic and exhaustion of

and drinking her fill, she started to feel drowsy and eventually

quietly

mirror, noticing how carefully Fitch adjusted Zoey's head onto his shoulder, his arm

tranquil, with no