Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1913

Now, as he gazed at Zoey's sleeping face without blinking, he was desperate to confirm if all of this was just a dream. That's why he wanted to take her back to Greenfield, where everything between them had begun.

He wasn't too familiar with Zion City, so every time he looked at her face, he felt a sense of unease, as if she might leave at any moment. He wanted to keep her close, even if it meant resorting to despicable means, just to have her under his watchful eye.

The next morning, Zoey awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling and still felt a bit disoriented. Fitch had already bought breakfast and placed it on the bedside table. She got up sluggishly to freshen up, always feeling like he was scheming something, perhaps concocting a new method to torment her. But until the end of breakfast, he remained silent, just sitting there, staring at her as if she would vanish the next second.

She couldn't take it anymore. "Mr. Haskins, what in the world do you want?"

Fitch lowered his eyelashes, finally showing a sign of weakness. "Don't want to go back to Greenfield, huh? Want to stay in Zion City forever?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'll stay in Greenfield too, just across from your place. Nolan really likes you. How about you come over for dinner every day to keep him company? Can you do that?"

Zoey was taken aback because Fitch's tone was unexpectedly gentle. It was rare for him to ask for permission; he usually just made decisions on his own. Now, as he looked into her eyes, he seemed genuinely earnest in his question. Suddenly, she felt a bit uncomfortable. To refuse would be to disregard Nolan, who was indeed adorable. To accept, who knew what Fitch was plotting.

No sooner had she spoken than she heard Fitch say, "Dessert's here. I had it delivered. You should eat something sweet during your period; it'll improve your mood."

Zoey's cheeks flushed with a hint of red. Just moments ago, she had been cold and confrontational, and now he'd brought her dessert, making her feel like she was unjustly lashing out at a benevolent soul. Fitch stood up to fetch the dessert from downstairs.

Patience was key. Zoey disliked owing anyone anything. When someone was willing to be kind to her, she felt compelled to repay them with even greater kindness. She had never been cherished properly, deep down feeling unworthy. Fitch realized, with Henry far away and himself by her side, he just needed to be a bit nicer to her. Accommodate her every wish, consider her needs, and she would increasingly feel guilty and burdened, eventually lowering her defenses.

This was like boiling a frog in warm water.