Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1967

Chapter 1967

revised version of the translation that ensures the text is culturally appropriate

influenced into becoming some kind of playboy, but luckily, our Craig didn't go down that path. He's just a bit

and reached for a tissue nearby, handing it to him. Fitch looked up at her, his lips pale from blood loss. "Can you wipe it off for me?" Setting aside her reservations, she began to dab at his forehead. Fitch felt a lump in his throat. How he wished time could just stop at this moment, at least then, Zoey would truly be showing him care. After wiping his sweat, Zoey saw that the doctor had finished bandaging him. Since it was his right hand that was injured, his movements would be somewhat limited for a while. Fitch disliked staying in hospitals, so he asked, "Can I go home to recuperate?" "Yes, but ensure the wound doesn't get wet and change the dressing regularly," the doctor advised. He nodded, instinctively glancing at Zoey beside him. "Honey, would you come home with me, please?" His timing couldn't have been more perfect, catching Zoey in a whirlwind of emotions. Fitch, skilled in business negotiations, seemed to have the same control in personal matters. His gaze shifted to Nolan, and Zoey followed it, her heart tightening at the sight of the child. Remembering her frantic run, she found herself unable to