Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1972

Chapter 1972

Zoey held the pill between her fingers and continued, "Open up, take your medicine."

Fitch leaned against the headboard, his eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing, sweat dripping down his forehead in beads.

"Fitch?"

No response came from him.

Zoey's concern grew. She gently wiped his sweat away with a towel, her voice softening considerably.

"Feeling that bad?"

Fitch opened his eyes, a hazy look in them, and pointed to his throat, "Here."

His demeanor, so much like Nolan's, made Zoey's heart soften further as she wiped the sweat from his neck.

"Take the medicine, and you'll feel better."

"I won't."

After these three words, he closed his eyes again.

Zoey sensed something was seriously off. It reminded her too much of Nolan.

Frowning, she gently slapped his face.

"Wake up, take the medicine. Since when are you this stubborn when sick?"

Fitch pursed his lips, stubbornly refusing the medicine.

Eventually, Zoey pinched his chin and forced the pill into his mouth, then leaned in, using her tongue to push it down.

throat. He opened his

up a glass of water, about to help him drink, when she heard him

from her hand,

"What did you say?"

kiss me, Miss? Isn't

he was delirious from

are you

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

to keep a straight face, a

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

curled up, quickly lying down on the

and about to leave,

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

stop if you

own words and seeing the feverish flush on his cheeks,

class president; set an example and

her face, then suddenly raised his

then

Zoey kissed his lips lightly,

he did close his

bathroom to wash up, and when she returned, the room

bed, Zoey decided to lie down next to him, even setting an alarm for

sooner had she laid down than Fitch

worried about the needle in his

"Don't move."