Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Curtis couldn't help but beam with joy upon hearing the news, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile.

"That's fantastic! Your mother and I have prepared your dowry, and what's best is that the young man lives just down the block. A mere ten-minute walk and you're home, which is so convenient. It's always better to avoid long-distance relationships; in case something goes wrong, we wouldn't be able to help you as quickly."

Zoey chuckled, "I know, I'm quite fond of him."

That very night, Curtis immediately discussed with Miranda the idea of buying Zoey her own place, preferably in the same neighborhood, to serve as her marital home.

It would be perfect for her and her future husband to live close by, and it would make it easier for them to visit Zoey whenever they wished.

The couple began to tally their savings straight away and decided to inquire about any available properties in the area.

Upon learning that there was a listing available, they planned to view it the next day.

Zoey, however, had a restless night filled with dreams.

In her dreams, there was a blurred face of a man she tried to see clearly, but it remained elusive.

When she woke up, she felt uneasy, rubbing her temples.

The dream was so vivid it left her feeling a touch anxious.

Thankfully, her phone rang at that moment, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was Henry Sullivan, the man she had taken a liking to.

They had met previously at an event. Henry was a piano teacher, with a gentle and elegant demeanor.

Zoey quickly got ready, and by the time she stepped out of her house, Henry's car had been waiting for a while.

She climbed into the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Sorry about that, had a bit of a nightmare and overslept," she apologized. Henry, hands on the wheel, reached over and offered her a piece of candy. "Feeling a bit low on sugar? You look a little pale."

Zoey glanced at the whimsical candy, smiled, and slipped it into her purse.

"No, just didn't sleep well."

Henry was dressed in a crisp white suit, his eyes warm and kind.

He was two years her senior, both of them at the age where their families were nudging them towards marriage.

"Zoey, the restaurant I booked is usually packed. You might want to grab a bite to tide you over."

Zoey was familiar with the place he had mentioned - the most famous restaurant in Zion City.

Although Zion City was a secondary town, the restaurant's reputation was known far and wide, attracting food lovers from all over.

Henry looked slightly apologetic as he gripped the steering wheel, "They start taking reservations at 10 PM, and although I managed to get us in, our table might not be ready for another half hour."

Zoey quickly reassured him.

"No worries, I'm not that hungry."

Soon, they arrived at the grand hotel's entrance.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The VIP lounge on the ground floor was buzzing with customers waiting to dine, and waiters were bustling about serving tea.

She and Henry found a spot to sit down.

Just as their number was about to be called, an announcement echoed through the lounge.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we deeply

apologize, but the restaurant is undergoing a surprise inspection by the owner today. For those who cannot be served, you are invited to dine for free tomorrow with your current reservation number We regret any inconvenience caused."

Some grumbles of dissatisfaction rose from the crowd, but the promise of a free meal the following day quickly subdued them,

considering the dinner cost was around $300.

Zoey had lived in Zion City for four years and had never heard of the restaurant changing hands.

Henry stood to inquire with the staff about the situation, but Zoey held him back.

"It's fine, let's just find another place to eat."

Henry's face held a hint of regret as he patted her head gently.

"My bad, I should've had a backup plan."

Just then, a line of stern-faced bodyguards marched through the revolving doors.

The atmosphere in the lounge shifted, voices dropping to a whisper.

A man in a black suit entered, carrying a child, paying no mind to the others as the staff began to usher guests out.

Everyone couldn't help but be curious about this mysterious owner.

As Zoey was escorted out, she couldn't resist turning back to steal a few more glances at the man.

He was the sort of man that, at first glance, you knew had no connection to your life.

The little boy in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, locking gaze with Zoey.

She wasn't sure if he was looking at her, but she nodded politely anyway.

Nolan watched her intently for a long while, even after she and Henry had left, before he let out a puzzled "Huh?"

Fitch, holding him, asked softly, "What's up?"

Nolan stayed silent, his gaze fixed on the direction Zoey had disappeared.