Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Just as she was about to push his hand away, Fitch had already drawn back, as if he had perfectly timed the moment.

Zoey felt a surge of frustration stuck in her chest, further intensified by the issues with Henry, affecting her mood more than she'd like to admit. Fitch stood close by, observing every shift in her emotions. He suddenly changed the subject.

"What do you fancy for dinner?"

Zoey, caught off guard, didn't respond immediately, so he asked again, "What should we have for dinner?"

"Whatever's fine."

Her interest was minimal, and after responding, she walked over to where Nolan was.

Fitch didn't rush to follow. He knew that pushing people too hard often led to the opposite of what was desired.

He headed up to his study, just sitting down when his phone rang with good news.

A small smile curved his lips as he casually flicked a lighter, uttering a single, "Hmm."

After hanging up, his gaze returned to the computer screen filled with dense business information, none of which he could bring himself to focus on.

he'd become addicted to a woman,

just the thought of Zoey downstairs

to suppress his desires, knowing well it was more painful

Zoey

onto the balcony just in time to see her throw a

it was

admiration crossing her

Ozzy seems really

"Ozzy, like, teacher."

child's affection was straightforward and

her heart melt. How could Nolan

watching the interaction between the two, a slight smile playing

was, as

but Zoey couldn't sit still, heading to

eyes twinkled, pointing to

me put this