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

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

her hand, shattering on the

"What did you say?"

you kiss me, Miss? Isn't that

from the fever, yet she was deeply worried about

who are you right

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

keep a straight face, a slight

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

up, quickly lying down

blanket and about to leave, Zoey saw him still

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

stop if you close your

back a chuckle at her own words and seeing the feverish flush

the class president; set an

at her face, then suddenly raised his

me, then

option, Zoey kissed his lips

did close

wash up, and when she

beside the bed, Zoey decided to lie down

sooner had she laid down

needle in his hand,

"Don't move."