Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1915

She couldn't fathom why she was plagued by these dreams, especially ones about Fitch.

Sweat coated her forehead, and her lips trembled.

Just then, Fitch entered the room, moving to sit beside her on the bed and instinctively reaching out to check her forehead.

Zoey recoiled instantly, avoiding his touch.

Suspicion filled her eyes as she clutched the blanket tightly.

Fitch's hand paused mid-air, his fingertips curling slightly before he withdrew.

"Nightmare?" he asked.

Zoey nodded. It was indeed a nightmare.

Even now, she felt a lingering fear, so much so that Fitch's familiar face seemed alien to her.

She had thought Fitch was unreasonable a few days ago, disregarding her opinions and acting like some cold, heartless king.

But the Fitch in her dreams was worse, seemingly torturing her on purpose.

And those conversations at the police station—they trampled on her dignity.

She couldn't understand why she was so entangled with this man in her dreams.

Her heart felt uneasy. She even wished she could enter her dream and slap her tormented self.

Why degrade herself for a man? Why be so miserable?

But it was just a dream, not reality. If she let it affect her too much, she was being petty.

"I spoke with the preschool. You'll continue working there tomorrow. You wanted to know what's up with Nolan, right? He has autism. He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean, which might be good for his condition. He hasn't interacted much with others, so please keep an eye on him at school."

Autism?

Nolan, that adorable little boy, had such a condition. No wonder he almost fainted from a fever without saying a word.

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

Could the rumors be true? Had his mother passed away?

Was the child's autism due to a lack of maternal love?

Fitch suddenly fell silent, his gaze fixed on her, unmoving.