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.

He opened his eyes, his

to help him drink,

her

"What did you say?"

you kiss me, Miss? Isn't

delirious from the

who are you right

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

to keep a straight

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

up, quickly lying down on

with a blanket and about to leave,

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

you close

chuckle at her own words and seeing the feverish flush on his cheeks, Zoey

president; set an example and

face, then suddenly raised his hand,

then

kissed

he did

wash up, and when she returned,

decided to lie

she laid

the needle in his hand,

"Don't move."