Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 877:

Just then, Fannie’s phone buzzed with Bobby’s name flashing on the screen. Who would have guessed that Bobby, once a renowned playboy, would morph into an overly attentive lover, constantly checking up on Fannie?

“Hey, Fifi, where are you?” Bobby’s voice came through, tinged with suspicion.

“Just out at a social event.”

“Really?” His voice cooled. “You’re ‘socializing’ at a nightclub?”

Fannie flinched, casting a nervous glance around, half-expecting to see Bobby. She recalled him mentioning plans to spend the evening with his parents, ruling out his presence at the Flex Club. She must be imagining things.

To Fannie’s astonishment, Bobby said, “Take a look to your left.”

There, in the dimly lit corner on a plush sofa, Bobby reclined with a casual arm thrown over the back, his eyes narrowing in displeasure as he watched her, still on the phone.

Their coincidental meeting here highlighted their strained relationship; they both harbored secrets yet ended up in the same venue.

Fannie feigned ignorance, maintaining the pretense on the call. “Who’s with you? Since when did Michael become your parent?”

“Enough deflections. You’ve been dishonest with me.”

“And haven’t you been dishonest too?”

“Alright, I’m sorry, but you don’t owe me an apology.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“We’ll discuss it when we’re home,” he suggested, his tone hinting at intimacy.

Fannie’s cheeks warmed as she stole a glance at Dulce and muttered under her breath about Bobby’s frivolous attitude. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

Bobby’s lips twitched into a sly smile. “Now that we’re all here, why not invite Dulce to join us?”

“Let’s not. Dulce isn’t keen on seeing Michael. Let’s keep this night between us.”

Though Dulce hadn’t explicitly avoided Michael, Fannie noticed she hadn’t been bringing him up much lately.

Privately, Fannie had always harbored reservations about their pairing. Unbeknownst to Fannie, as she spoke, Michael rose from his seat, his intense gaze locked on Dulce.

“Fifi, ready to head home?” Bobby asked.

Dulce, hearing Bobby’s voice, thought she was hearing things. Turning, she came face-to-face with Michael, nearly choking on her drink. “What are you doing here?”

Michael shot back, “Is there a reason I can’t be here?”

Dulce looked to Fannie, who appeared just as taken aback. It seemed Bobby was up to his usual antics.

“Bobby, I’m merely catching up with your girlfriend. No need to monitor her so closely, right?” Dulce remarked.

“It’s not me you should be worried about,” Bobby replied, gesturing towards Michael. “He’s the one who can’t take his eyes off you.”

Feeling a sudden rush of discomfort, Dulce stammered, “Uh, Michael, I just remembered… I have something urgent to handle.”

Dulce reached for her bag, but Michael got to it first. “I’ll drive you.”

Fannie, about to interject, was abruptly silenced as Bobby covered her mouth.

Leaning close, he murmured into her ear, “Still concerned about others? Maybe it’s time to focus on yourself. How about we escape to the balcony for a bit of fun tonight?”noveldrama

Fannie’s eyes shot wide open in disbelief as Bobby guided her away, his arm securing her shoulders.

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