Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1912

Zoey was at a loss for words. While she found Fitch's personality grating at times, there was something about him that inexplicably tugged at her heartstrings. His fondness for her seemed to come out of nowhere, which unsettled her greatly. They had only known each other for less than a week, and now he was insisting on taking her to Greenfield. It was a lot for anyone to take in.

And talking to him was like talking to a wall. Sometimes, the way he looked at her felt like he was trying to devour her whole. The room was silent, neither of them speaking. After nearly an entire night of turmoil, Fitch was exhausted. He gently took her hand and kissed it. Zoey couldn't help but notice his stubble was a bit scratchy. She thought about just staying quiet, but then he asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

She was on her period, had been up all night, and it was raining outside. He was worried she might have gotten soaked. He had so many questions but knew she probably didn't want to hear them.

"A little," she admitted. Fitch climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. Zoey tried to wriggle away uncomfortably, but he didn't hold her tighter. Instead, he lay down at the edge of the bed. "I'll warm up your feet. Try to sleep." Her feet ended up sandwiched between his legs. It was odd, but she didn't protest and eventually fell asleep.

Once she was asleep, Fitch's eyes slowly opened. His mind had been racing with what-ifs. Zoey wasn't from around here. She had taken a risky cab ride. What if she had encountered trouble? What if someone had tried to deceive or bully her? His mind was a mess, filled with regret. If only he had listened to her more. If only they had properly discussed things, she wouldn't be trying to escape so desperately.