Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 722:

Fannie had initially brushed it off as a joke, but to her surprise, Bobby and Judie went through with their plan. Judie guided Fannie to lie down on the couch, draped a cozy blanket over her, and placed a glass of water within easy reach. When their food delivery arrived, Fannie didn’t need to lift a finger. She simply observed as the two of them busied themselves around her home.

The situation felt odd to Fannie, yet it stirred memories of how Dulce and Jett used to fuss over her during their visits. Soon, the table was heaped with a variety of dishes and several bottles of beer.

Bobby flicked Judie’s forehead playfully. “Who said to get beer?”

“Just felt like having some.”

“If you end up drinking too much, don’t think I’m going to take care of you.”

Unperturbed, Judie retorted, “No worries. If it comes to that, I’ll just crash here at Fannie’s!”

Fannie, who had just managed to sit up, stared at her in surprise. Judie tilted her head innocently and fluttered her wide eyes at Fannie. “You wouldn’t mind, would you? After all, I did bring you water.”

Fannie let out a defeated sigh, finally conceding with a slight nod. “Alright, it’s late. You can stay here tonight if you drink too much.”

Judie gave Bobby a victorious wink. Just then, Bobby picked up a piece of meat and placed it in Fannie’s bowl. She looked up at him, her expression filled with astonishment. Wasn’t he concerned about how this might look to Judie? But Judie seemed blissfully unaware, her attention wholly captured by the feast in front of her.

“Thank you,” Fannie murmured.

Bobby’s eyes twinkled warmly as he smiled. “You’re welcome, Fifi.”

Hearing her nickname spoken so fondly, a shiver of delight ran through Fannie. She dined in thoughtful silence, reflecting on when Bobby had…noveldrama

It had all started when Bobby first began calling her “Fifi.” It began after she was abducted and drugged. In her disoriented state, she had confused Bobby with Jett, and Bobby had used the nickname to get back at her. That event marked a distinct shift in how he treated her afterward.

Men were set in their ways, impossible to change. Having Judie wasn’t enough for Bobby; he wanted to have her too. But Fannie was resolute, determined not to let him get close enough to succeed.

Judie, for her part, found solace in the solitude of her drinks, consuming all the beer alone.

As the night deepened, Fannie readied the guest room. “You and Judie can stay there.”

Ignoring Judie, who had now succumbed to sleep at the table, Bobby asked, “Heading to bed so soon?”

With just Bobby to converse with, the air felt less tense for Fannie. “Do you really think there’s anything left for us to talk about? Sleep early and head out first thing in the morning.”

The ceiling light bathed the dining room in a warm, amber glow. Bobby posed another question. “Any idea yet how you’re going to deal with Jett and Selma?”

“It’s none of your concern,” Fannie responded curtly.

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