Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Just after Zoey grabbed the marriage certificate, Nolan noticed from a distance.

"Hey, Teach."

He called out, his eyes landing on the certificate in her hands. Zoey felt a wave of embarrassment as if she had been caught red-handed, and quickly tucked the certificate away. "Yeah, what's up?"

"You, wanna see?"

In front of the kid, she of course couldn't admit it, quickly shaking her head.

"No, haha, I just bumped into it, didn't I?"

She vaguely remembered hearing from the staff that Nolan had been without a mom since birth, guessing he wouldn't want to delve into that topic.

"Nolan, finished with your book? Want me to find you another?"

Before she could finish speaking, Nolan approached, his height not quite reaching the shelf with the two marriage certificates, so he dragged over a little stool. Stepping on it, he took out the certificate. "Look, it's okay."

Perhaps it was the earnestness in the kid's eyes that made Zoey feel her initial curiosity was downright shameful.

"No need, I don't want to look."

took the certificate back, placed it away, and closed the cabinet. This

about we switch to a cooperative game

bit disheartened. Zoey wasn't sure why he suddenly felt down, probably because of the

game. We have to hunt

they sat down in the living room with their controllers. Half an hour into the game, Fitch

cook on time, and even baking treats in the afternoon. He took great care of Nolan, who in turn was

misjudged him; he really was a good father. Just then, Fitch's phone rang. Glancing at the caller

garden to take the call,

again. Sharon had told them Zoey was alive, and

face turned icy as he cracked a sardonic

all gotten too

financial support. Even if someone had

for conversation, had everyone trying

with a lighter, Fitch's

cushy, maybe I should cut

And those young ones maybe it's time they

opportunities abroad, instead ne

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