Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 724:

“No buts. Are you scared I might take advantage of you? Don’t forget, you’re on your period.”noveldrama

It was an irrefutable fact—he wasn’t lying.

Lost in thought, Fannie jumped when Bobby’s hand gently rested on her abdomen. “Does it hurt? Would a massage make it better?”

A chilling sense of dread swept over her. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, truly terrifying.

How was she any different from the other woman?

She rose abruptly, pointing at the door. “Get out! Now!”

In the dead of night, Judie and Bobby were kicked out by Fannie. In the elevator, Judie, barely awake and rubbing her eyes, mumbled, “Bobby, you’re seriously useless, you know that? I drank myself into oblivion, and you still couldn’t manage to get into Fannie’s room?”

Bobby let out a dry snort. “Why don’t you just disappear?”

The elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open. Bobby stepped out first, followed by Judie, who was yawning. At the lobby entrance, Judie collided with a man wearing a hat and oversized sunglasses.

Sunglasses at night—either he was hiding something or just plain eccentric.

Startled, Judie let out a small shriek and darted behind Bobby. The man, clearly just as alarmed, threw up his hands. “I’m not a creep! Wait… Judie?”

Judie blinked in surprise, recognition dawning on her face. “Mayer?”

Mayer had just come back from the gym, his odd disguise an attempt to avoid being followed. Bobby glanced him up and down, unimpressed.

Judie, on the other hand, perked up and began chatting. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“What a coincidence!” Judie exclaimed, her tone brightening. “Fannie lives here too.”

Mayer rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, I know Fannie lives here, but we don’t run into each other that often.”

Judie’s eyebrows quirked playfully. “Be honest—did you move here because of Fannie?”

“No!” Mayer denied, his voice rising a little too quickly.

“Okay.”

After they went their separate ways, Bobby asked, “Who was that pretty boy?”

“You seriously don’t know Mayer? He’s super popular—hardworking, can sing, dance, write songs. Total golden boy, a real goody-two-shoes.”

Bobby let out a dry laugh. “A golden boy, huh? Still green and already sniffing around for romance?”

“You think Mayer likes Fannie?”

Bobby shot her a pointed look. “You seriously can’t tell?”

Judie blinked, genuinely puzzled. She didn’t see Fannie through the same protective lens as Bobby. “No way. Really?”

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