NovelEnglishShe 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZoey 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 scold, 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.
Suddenly, a dog's bark echoed outside, followed by a large dog rushing in.
Its grey fur was glossy and well-kept.
Seeing Zoey, the dog sniffed the air excitedly, its tail wagging furiously.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven Ozzy's enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't elicit much reaction from Zoey.
It quickly ran to her, nudging her legs with its head.
Dogs have a good memory; it recognized her as its former owner.
Zoey felt overwhelmed by its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog is quite adorable." She reached out to pet Ozzy's head.
Watching this, Fitch felt an almost unbearable urge to react.
"Zoey, I've taken good care of him," he suddenly said.
Zoey paused, then smiled, "Yes, your can tell by his fur. And he looks like a mutt, not at all what I'd expect." She was surprised someone of Fitch's status would keep a mutt.
After petting the dog for a bit without a response, she turned find I him emotion lost in thought, a deeret hidden in his eyes She immediately understood, "This dog was left by Nolan's mom?" "Yes." It seemed Fitch truly loved his wife, now lost in memories triggered by the dog. "Mr. Haskins must have loved her a lot, to take such good care of her dog." As she spoke, she saw him suddenly stand and walk out without a word. Zoey thought she might have touched a nerve and immediately fell silent. Fitch made his way to the end of the corridor, where a small balcony awaited. Stepping out, he lit a cigarette and began to smoke.
Did he truly love her? He felt he didn't even deserve to use the word.
Admitting it now would only disgust and revulsion once use t regained her memory. set
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