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.

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

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

from her hand, shattering on

"What did you say?"

kiss me, Miss?

sure he was delirious from the fever, yet

are you

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

struggled to keep a straight face, a slight

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

lying down on the

blanket and about to leave, Zoey saw him still looking at

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

if you

a chuckle at her own words and seeing the feverish flush on his

class president; set an example

suddenly raised

then

other option, Zoey kissed his lips lightly,

he did close his

wash up,

the IV drip beside the bed, Zoey decided to lie down next

had she laid down than

needle in his hand, quickly held him

"Don't move."