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.

throat. He opened his eyes, his cheeks flushing

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

fell from her hand, shattering on the

"What did you say?"

kiss me, Miss? Isn't that

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

are

"Greenfield Preschool's Fitch!"

"Fitch, student."

"Present!"

keep a straight face, a slight

"Nap time, sleep now."

"Okay."

quickly lying down

covering him with a blanket and about to leave, Zoey saw him

"Fitch, student?"

"Present!"

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"My head's spinning."

if you

and seeing the feverish flush on

president; set

suddenly raised his

me, then

other option, Zoey kissed his lips

did close his

the bathroom to wash up,

Zoey decided to lie down next to him, even

she laid

in his

"Don't move."