Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1916

Zoey sat on her bed, staring at Ozzy, feeling an odd sense of familiarity with it but couldn’t quite place where she had seen it before.

She got up and left the room.

Downstairs, she purposely peeked into the living room, noticing that the security guard who usually stayed there had disappeared.

She then returned to her own place. Her parents were off on a vacation, leaving her all alone in the house.

It was already evening when she turned on the lights inside.

She had just changed her clothes when the doorbell rang.

Looking through the video intercom, she saw Nolan.

"Ms. March, I brought food."

He was holding a small tray with two containers of food on it – one larger, one smaller.

Zoey hurried to open the door and took the tray from him.

Fitch really should know better than to have a little kid carry trays around.

"Nolan, is your hand tired?"

Nolan glanced around the house, his eyes sparkling.

He stepped into what he considered his mom's living space.

His cautious demeanor made Zoey feel a pang of guilt.

Holding the tray in one hand and guiding him with the other, she led him to the dining table.

Nolan looked up at her, his eyes welling up, making him look like a little bunny.

Zoey lifted him onto a chair and uncovered the tray.

It was filled with delicious-looking food.

"Daddy made it."

Fitch?

Zoey was surprised, "You eat Mr. Haskins’ cooking?"

Nolan nodded, "Daddy’s great."

Zoey had assumed that Fitch's authoritarian demeanor was the reason Nolan was so quiet. She hadn't expected Fitch to be so caring.

Her opinion of him improved slightly.

"Nolan, let's eat."

Nolan's eyes shone brightly, his affection for her almost spilling over.

Zoey's heart melted as she opened the lid for him and handed him a spoon.

"Next time, you don't have to bring it over. I'll come and eat with you."

"Ms. March, I miss Daddy."

He stuttered a bit, but his message was clear.

She placed the tray on the table, her voice softening.

"I'm sorry for bringing up Nolan’s mom. I won't do it again."

Fitch wanted a cigarette at that moment, noticing Nolan’s uneasy gaze on Zoey. He understood his son’s wish - for Zoey to recognize him immediately, but it couldn't be.

If Zoey discovered the truth about what happened four years ago, their chances would be ruined.

He needed to make Zoey fall for him again, deeply enough to forgive the past.

As Zoey was about to leave, Nolan hesitated, wanting her to stay.

But what he managed to say was, "Ms. March, good night."

Zoey patted his head, "Good night, get some rest soon."

Once it was just the father and son, Fitch hugged Nolan close.

Nolan's tears flowed, his lips quivering.

Knowing she was his mom yet having to call her Ms. March each time was unbearable for him.

Even for a child as precocious as Nolan, he was still just a four-year-old.

"Don't cry, in two months at most, she'll be coming back to Greenfield with us."

"Really?"

"Yeah."