Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 655:

Bobby was struck by the severity of her condition, his heart racing as he wondered how long she had been in such a desperate state. Her plea rang in his ears, stirring a chaotic swirl of emotions within him.

He knew he wasn’t perfect—he had turned on even his own family, his sense of humanity long gone.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and hard, his gaze sharpening as if bracing himself for something he wasn’t sure he should cross.noveldrama

Fannie nodded, her breath warm and trembling as it brushed against his earlobe, which she gently nibbled. Bobby didn’t hesitate. He scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom with a sense of resolve, his manner still careful but filled with urgency.

“I could call a doctor, you know.” But Fannie couldn’t wait any longer. The drug coursing through her veins set her blood on fire.

Clinging tightly to his neck, she became acutely aware of her precarious state.

“No doctor. Please, help me. Hurry…”

Bobby pushed the bedroom door open, carefully laying her down on the bed. He left the lights off, wanting to shield her from any potential embarrassment. Years of experience in similar situations allowed him to move with precision in the dark.

Fannie didn’t fully settle onto the bed. Bobby knelt before her, grasping her waist with a firm hand. Their kisses were intense, nearly overwhelming, but still not enough for her.

Her hands, driven by an insatiable need, moved urgently toward his belt.

“Do you want to undress yourself, or should I assist you?” Bobby asked, his voice low but steady.

With her head tilted back, her breaths quick and uneven, Fannie managed to say, “Help me.”

Caught in the flood of her unbridled desire, Fannie seemed unstoppable. Bobby, his body tensing, was momentarily frozen by the intensity of it. This was her first time, and he hadn’t anticipated that. Fannie cried out in pain, her eyelids squeezed tightly shut against the world.

Wrapping her in his arms, Bobby’s mind flashed back to the time when Fannie had almost been his bride. Her affection for him had never been shallow; it had always been deep and heartfelt. She had cherished that teddy bear for years. The gesture had touched him more profoundly than he cared to admit.

“I’ll be more gentle,” Bobby reassured her softly, his voice steady.

Fannie, covering her eyes with her arm, gave a faint nod in acknowledgment.

Then, Bobby said something even he hadn’t expected to utter:

“I’ll take full responsibility.”

He supported her by the waist again, causing a sharp wince from Fannie.

“Jett!” she cried out.

Bobby’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by a stern expression. His presence became imposing, like a shadow looming over her.

He pulled her hand from her face, revealing Fannie’s tear-filled eyes in the dim light.

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