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

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

her hand,

"What did you say?"

me, Miss?

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

are

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

a straight face,

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

lying

a blanket and about to leave,

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

stop if you close your

a chuckle at her own words and seeing

president; set an example

her face, then suddenly raised

me, then I'll

no other option, Zoey kissed his lips lightly,

he did

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

the IV drip beside the bed, Zoey decided to lie down next to him, even setting an alarm

sooner had she laid

the needle in his hand,

"Don't move."