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.

smoothly down his throat. He

picked up a glass of water, about to help him drink, when she heard him say, "Miss, why'd

glass fell from her hand,

"What did you say?"

me,

that moment, Zoey was sure he was delirious from the fever, yet she was deeply worried

who are you right

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

straight face, a slight

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

curled up, quickly lying down on

with a blanket and about to leave, Zoey saw

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

stop if you close

words and seeing the feverish flush on

class president; set

glanced at her face, then suddenly raised his hand,

then

kissed his lips lightly,

he did close

the bathroom to wash up, and

Zoey decided to lie down

had she laid down than Fitch moved

needle in his hand, quickly held

"Don't move."