FreeNovelConcede? When had he ever conceded? How could he even utter those words with a straight face? Zoey suddenly found herself at a loss for words on how to communicate with this kind of man-dictatorial, self-centered, and utterly oblivious to her feelings.
Her face turned pale in an instant, but considering Nolan was outside, she couldn't very well scream her lungs out. She had to appeal to his emotions and reason instead.
"You went out of your way to bring Nolan here to start kindergarten, and now you're planning to take him back. Have you even considered how he feels? Or is it that in Mr. Haskins' world, your feelings are the only ones that matter?" Fitch's eyelashes drooped, brushing against the icy expression on her face. He offered a self-deprecating smile, "It doesn't matter what I do, you'll never likeanyway." He let go of her and turned back to the pan on the stove.
Zoey watched his back, her tone turning conciliatory.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I don't want to move to Greenfield. I don't understand what you're trying to do, Mr. Haskins. I don't have the confidence to believe you could be interested in someone like me. With your status, you could have any woman you want." Fitch plated the toast and scrambled eggs, his voice carrying a deeper tone of resignation.
"Zoey, I only want you." A sharp pain suddenly pierced Zoey's heart, tinged with a hint of panic.
She stepped back, her expression cooling.
Fitch, carrying the tray, headed outside, "Cout and eat. After breakfast, we'll head out." Nolan sat at the table, glancing between Fitch and Zoey.
He was perceptive, quickly sensing that something was off between the two. His eyes reddened, and he silently lowered his head, focusing on his fork and knife.
Tears fell as he ate his toast, silent as always. With his cherubic face, it was all too easy to feel his pain.
Zoey, in a flurry of panic, rushed to inquire.
"Nolan, what's wrong? Didn't daddy make the breakfast nice?" Nolan shook his head, obediently eating, though his tears streamed even more.
Seeing him cry, Zoey felt a pain worse than if she were hurt herself, a feeling she couldn't quite describe.
She quickly sat beside him, pulling a tissue to gently wipe his cheeks.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What's wrong? Why the sudden tears?" Nolan slowly put down his utensils, his wet eyes looking up at her.
She sighed, softening her tone even more.
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His gaze was too pure, pitifully doe-like.
Zoey intended to scold Fitch further, but now she found herself speechless.
Fitch might be impossible, but Nolan was truly adorable.
She opened her mouth, but what cout was, "We're not fighting, Nolan. Just eat your breakfast like a good boy. I promise we're not fighting, okay?" Nolan nodded, his nose turning red.
"No fighting, teacher." Zoey's heart ached a little as she gently patted his head.
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