Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 648:

“Let’s go,” Jett said, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt. “The movie’s about to start.”

There hadn’t been many good films in the past couple of years, so they figured a comedy would be a perfect choice for some laughs.

After the movie, they went to a nice restaurant in the mall.

Sitting at the table, Jett pulled out a long box from his coat. Inside was a necklace.

“I saw this on a business trip and thought it’d be perfect for you,” he said, a soft smile on his lips.

As she lifted the lid, the necklace sparkled beautifully, and Fannie couldn’t help but picture Jett carefully selecting this masterpiece from dozens of others on the shop counter.noveldrama

“Thank you. I really like it,” she said, her eyes bright with appreciation.

Jett shook his head with a playful grin. “You’re doing it again. Fifi, you don’t need to be polite with me. Dulce never is.”

Fannie blinked, a bit confused. “I just think it’s important to let you know your efforts are appreciated.”

Setting down his utensils, Jett clasped his hands and smiled at her. “I’ve already gotten more than enough in return, so there’s no need to thank me every time.”

Fannie closed the box gently. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Fannie nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing at her lips.

“Does that mean you don’t want the gift I’ve prepared for you?”

“You got me a gift?”

Jett’s eyes widened, the glint of excitement quickly replacing the calm he’d tried to maintain. Despite his earlier comment about not needing anything, who wouldn’t enjoy a surprise, especially from someone special?

Fannie, smiling, nodded. She had saved up her salary for three months to buy him a watch. It wasn’t from a high-end brand, but she had put a lot of thought into finding one that offered the best value for the money. When Dulce saw it, she insisted it would look perfect on Jett, reassuring Fannie that she had chosen well.

Just as Fannie was about to hand over her gift, her phone rang.

“Sorry, I have to take this. It’s my boss.”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

Fannie rose from the table and went to the restroom to answer the call.

“What’s going on between you and Bobby, Fannie?” her boss asked without preamble.

“Bobby?” Fannie’s confusion was clear. Why was her boss bringing him up?

“What is this about?”

“Check Twitter. Pictures of you and Bobby leaving the hotel one after the other are going viral now!”

Fannie felt a rush of shock, like she’d been hit over the head. She had been so careful.

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