Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1910

Fitch's grip tightened around her feet, his gaze sweeping past her.

Zoey pursed her lips, her eyes reddening slightly. "Let's cut the crap. If you really cared about me, you'd ask what I want. I'm asking for an apple, and you're shoving a pear down my throat, then getting mad at me for not being grateful. How does that make sense?"

Fitch lowered his lashes, his fingertips gently massaging her feet. "There's no negotiating going back to Greenfield."

Zoey instantly clammed up. This man was impossible to talk to.

There was no going back to Greenfield today. After finishing a bottle of medicine, she clutched her stomach. "I’m craving oatmeal, can you go grab some for me downstairs?"

Fitch lifted his hand, tucking her hair behind her ear, and stood up to get it.

The moment he left, Zoey immediately opened the door and told the bodyguard outside she needed to use the restroom. The bodyguard, being a man, couldn’t follow her inside, so he waited outside.

Zoey eyed the large window in the restroom, dragged a table over, climbed onto it, and then climbed out. Drenched in sweat from the effort, she avoided the elevator and took the stairs instead.

When she reached the bottom, she ran into her colleague, Gemma. Gemma’s eyes flashed with disgust upon seeing her. Zoey had snagged a position Gemma had been eyeing, causing her days of frustration. Seeing Fitch always at the school with Nolan, it was clear he deeply cared for his son.

If she could become Nolan’s teacher and consequently get close to Fitch, her future would be set. But Zoey had ruined everything. So, running into Zoey now, she screamed out of reflex, ready to pick a fight.