Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 647:

She wasn’t some romantic dreamer. She knew love wasn’t always about forever, and clinging to him would only lead to trouble. Why invite unnecessary drama when she could be content elsewhere?

Fannie looked over at Bobby, feeling a weird gap between them even though they were close by. As the saying went, if one was not on the same wavelength, then they shouldn’t try to force it.

“You know, I was naive before. We didn’t work out, so maybe let’s not revisit it.”

Bobby looked at her, intrigued by the new sharpness in her tone.

“Afraid Jett will get jealous? He knows the history.” Crossing his legs, he continued, “Besides, without me, you two wouldn’t have gotten together so fast.”

Fannie narrowed her eyes at him. “Got any of that confidence left for me to borrow?”

Bobby grinned. “Oh, I’m fully stocked. How much do you need?”

Fannie rolled her eyes, falling silent. She was anxious, checking the time every minute. It was clear she couldn’t wait to get away from him.

Bobby suggested leisurely, “Here’s an idea: call Jett over, and the two of us can leave together. Shift the media’s attention.”

“You’re a real genius!” Her words dripped with sarcasm. No sane person would drag Jett into a situation like this.

Moments later, her phone buzzed—it was Jett again.noveldrama

“They’re gone. You can head out.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m across the street from the hotel.”

Fannie hadn’t expected him to come, but then again, Jett had a way of showing up whenever she needed him.

“Alright. I’ll be right out.”

Leaving separately, Fannie made her way down the hall while Bobby followed. As he walked, he heard a faint click, like a camera shutter. Turning around, he saw nothing. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Even if he wasn’t, as a tabloid regular, he didn’t care.

Fannie changed her clothes and hurried across the street to the hotel.

“Jett!” she called.

Spring was in the air, but a chill lingered as the sun began to set.

“Cold?” He held out a steaming cup of coffee. “Here, warm your hands.”

“Thank you.” Fannie took it gratefully.

Time passed, and while Jett appreciated Fannie’s usual politeness, he preferred how she was now.

During the first two months of their relationship, Fannie would always try to reciprocate whatever he gave her. If he took her out for a meal, she would insist on returning the favor. Although this allowed him to see her often, the dynamic always made him feel like they were business partners engaging in fair trade, rather than two people dating.

Now, things were much better. Fannie no longer fussed over such things and had finally allowed herself to just let him spoil her. It was a good sign.

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