Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 637:

Although they all belonged to the same social circle, there were smaller cliques within it.

Jett had never chilled with Bobby before, and that definitely wasn’t about to change just because of Fannie. They weren’t cut from the same cloth, and they weren’t aiming for the same prize.

Bobby stepped in with a thoughtful nugget of advice, genuinely hoping to lend a helping hand.

“What? You went straight to the families? Man, is this your first time trying to win over a girl?”

Jett flushed slightly, annoyance flickering in his eyes. “What does it matter to you?”

Bobby exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “Let me guess—she’s pulling back, keeping her distance, right?”

That was so spot on!

Jett couldn’t help but look at him. “How did you know?”

“That’s not important.” Bobby chuckled. “Look, man, I really do want her to end up with a good guy, and I can see you’re serious. So, trust me on this: handle it yourself, just the two of you. Don’t pull her parents into it.”

“Why should I listen to you?”

Jett eyed him suspiciously. Bobby had a reputation for being a smooth-talking flirt, not exactly the most trustworthy advisor. Bobby clicked his tongue. “Look, nobody likes having their choices made for them. Do you want Fannie to marry you because her parents told her to, or because she actually wants to be with you?”

Needless to say, it was the latter. Jett sighed, letting the question settle between them.

Was he so far off, though? All he wanted was to prove his sincerity. Wasn’t that what dating was about in the end?

Feelings could grow over time—he just hoped she’d notice his genuine intentions.noveldrama

Had he really crossed a line?

Bobby patted him on the shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. “Good luck, man.”

The words only added to Jett’s unease, though he couldn’t explain why he let Bobby’s opinion affect him so much. With a shrug, he brushed off Bobby’s hand, rolled up the car window, and drove off, his mind still churning.

It wasn’t until he pulled up to Fannie’s house that he remembered why he’d come here in the first place.

He scanned her from head to toe, concern etched on his face. “No injuries?”

“Nope. Not a scratch.”

Regardless of the circumstances, Fannie felt grateful that Jett had come such a distance for her.

“Next time something like this happens, call me, okay?” Jett said.

Fannie countered, “You know calling the police would probably be more effective, right?”

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