Dear Ex-wife Marry Me Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1899

Fitch carefully placed his child in the passenger seat. Zoey immediately grabbed his arm, "I'll hold him in the passenger seat."

Fitch glanced at her but said nothing.

The car sped towards the hospital, with little Nolan curled up in her arms, a small bundle of vulnerability.

When they wheeled him into the ER, Zoey couldn't hold back her concern any longer.

"Mr. Haskins, does Nolan have other issues? If so, he might not be a good fit for daycare."

"What do you mean by that?" Fitch asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Zoey furrowed her brow. "I'm just stating the facts. He doesn't seem to enjoy interacting with others. When he's feeling ill, he doesn't speak up, which can lead to dangerous situations. It might be best to keep him at home."

"Fitch," she continued, "can't you see he doesn't want to be a bother?"

"Yes, I see that. And my heart goes out to the kid. But as his teacher, I'm terrified. What if something happens to him? How would you react towards me? Towards the daycare? Or towards Zion City? I can't bear that responsibility. If there's something else going on with him, you need to tell me. Otherwise, I find out too late, and it's just as hard on him."

As Zoey spoke with such calm, in stark contrast to his own panic, Fitch couldn't help but feel she was being too composed.

Zoey tried to keep her voice steady. "Nolan's situation is special. He'd be better off under your constant care. Mr. Haskins, he needs you, not daycare."

Fitch lit a cigarette, ignoring the fact that he was in a hospital.

The taste of nicotine calmed him a bit. His lashes fluttered down, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Did you forget what you promised him yesterday?"

Zoey's mind was a mess, and she forced a smile. "Sorry, I had a lot on my plate yesterday, got a bit overwhelmed."

"You said you'd fold him three paper Ozzy's as an apology. He waited up all night. Even when he got sick and felt terrible, he didn't want to tell you, afraid you'd find him too bothersome." Zoey's eyes filled with sympathy. She sighed deeply.

"That's why I said Nolan's temperament might be better suited to a personal tutor, someone who can watch over him constantly."

Fitch's eyes reddened. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling and twisting in his nostrils.

He flicked the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. "Don't you like him?"

Zoey was taken aback. Fitch was a man of high stature; did he really care whether a daycare teacher liked his child?

"I do like Nolan," she admitted.

"Then why do you always confront me? Is there something about me that Ms. March finds unsatisfactory?"

Zoey was stunned. This man seemed clueless about why she might have issues with him.

That day he used a strong light to blind her, used his power to intimidate, and even entered her office without permission.

They had only known each other for a few days, yet the list of his offenses was already long.

But she couldn't afford to offend him.

"No, Mr. Haskins is quite alright."

"Compared to Henry?"

Zoey thought she must have misheard and pressed her lips together, but he continued.

"You didn't break up with Henry? A man who would drop you in a heartbeat for a better job opportunity? A man who would bring flowers to your class just to mark his territory? He's reckless compared to me, far less disciplined. Ms. March, what do you think?"

Zoey was fuming.

How did he know about Henry's new job opportunity?

Could it be that he had orchestrated it? The music academy was world-renowned. Did Fitch really have that much influence?

Fitch leaned in, his shadow enveloping her.

"Ms. March, don't you also wish for a man who would give up everything for you? Right here..."

He touched a finger to her chest, lightly tapping.

"You're starved for affection. Even if you've forgotten, the deepest part of your consciousness remembers."

Remembers that for all those years, you were unloved.

The next second, a slap flew across his face.

When someone touches a raw nerve, anger is a natural response.

Zoey's slap packed the full force of her emotion, drawing blood from the corner of Fitch's mouth.

He touched the blood with his fingertip, then tasted it with his tongue.

It was a little salty.

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