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.

pill slid smoothly down his throat. He opened his eyes, his cheeks flushing

water, about to help him drink, when she heard him say, "Miss, why'd you

glass fell from her hand, shattering on

"What did you say?"

kiss me, Miss? Isn't

was sure he was delirious from the fever, yet she was

are you

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

struggled to keep a straight face, a slight smile betraying

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

quickly lying down

with a blanket and about to

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

if you

a chuckle at her own words and

class president; set

her face, then suddenly raised his hand,

me, then

Zoey kissed his lips lightly, "Sleep

he did

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

decided to lie down next to him, even setting

laid down than Fitch

about the needle in his hand, quickly held

"Don't move."