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.

become addicted to a woman, he would have

now, just the thought of Zoey downstairs was enough to warm

it was more painful than pleasurable. Ignoring the discomfort, he lit a

knocked, informing him that Zoey and Nolan had gone

just in time to see her throw a Frisbee, with Ozzy skillfully catching it

with Ozzy, but he felt it was different when Mommy

returned the Frisbee, a look of admiration crossing her face as she vigorously patted the dog's

seems

"Ozzy, like, teacher."

was

felt her heart melt. How could Nolan be so adorable, so

interaction between the two, a

was, as usual,

still, heading to the kitchen to see if she could lend a

twinkled, pointing to an apron

me put