Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1900

Zoey's heart was pounding fiercely, her palms tingling.

It was only after she realized what she had done that she took a step back. Fitch lowered his lashes, his fingertips wiping away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mr. Haskins is correct, but maybe deep down, I think you might hurt me?"

She had forgotten, but her body still remembered the slap he had given her at the Haskins' Thanksgiving dinner. Fitch stopped wiping his lip, falling silent. Zoey had no desire to engage with him further and found a chair to sit in. Fitch seemed frozen in place, her words striking him like a dagger, drawing blood.

She had become clever now, he thought. He tried to provoke her into remembering the past, and she hit back with even greater force. But she truly didn't remember, so she couldn't grasp the intent behind his words. Unfortunately, he remembered all too well, so one could only imagine the impact of her words.

Zoey didn't want to look at him; she just sat still in her chair. After a while, she felt her chair sink slightly as he sat down beside her.

"Zoey."

He called her name.

"We're not close; you should just call me Zoey."

"I'm sorry."

"Mr. Haskins, you have nothing to apologize for. Today's incident with Nolan was my oversight."

"I do have reasons to apologize, so I'm sorry."

Zoey suddenly felt irritable, and just at that moment, her phone rang. It was Henry. She stood up and walked to the side to answer the call, not noticing Fitch putting on his wireless earbuds.

"Hello, Henry?"

"Zoey, I'm all set. Can I come over to your place? I'm on my way, and my folks are with me. At this hour, I bet your parents haven't left yet. We'll just pop by for half an hour."

Henry sounded eager. Zoey had been ready to give up; two people with an unstable relationship, soon to face a long-distance challenge, were 99% likely to drift apart. But now Henry was calling her.

"Come back to Greenfield with me."

Zoey was about to retort, but then she noticed several bodyguards approaching from behind, and her face turned pale.

"Fitch, what the hell are you doing?"

As the words left her mouth, the doctor came out holding Nolan. Seeing Nolan's frail figure, Zoey didn't want to curse in front of the child and held back. She was escorted to a car and saw that they were heading toward her apartment complex, which confused her.

Was Fitch taking her home?

Apparently not.

The car stopped across from her place, and she was ushered inside. The bodyguards followed close behind, handcuffing her hands in the foyer. Fitch went upstairs holding Nolan, laying the child on the bed. Nolan lowered his lashes, wanting to say something but his eyes reddened, and he remained silent. Fitch patted his head gently.

"It's okay, Nolan. I'll come clean to your mom in a bit."