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.

told him he'd become addicted to a woman, he

just the thought of Zoey downstairs was enough

more painful than pleasurable. Ignoring the discomfort, he lit a cigarette, his throat moving as

servant knocked, informing him that Zoey

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

but he felt it was different when Mommy was involved. Especially seeing Mommy's

watched as Ozzy returned the Frisbee, a look of admiration

Ozzy seems really happy

"Ozzy, like, teacher."

affection was straightforward

How could

interaction between the two,

as usual,

between Fitch and the chef but Zoey couldn't sit still, heading to the kitchen to see if she could lend

eyes twinkled, pointing

me put this