Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 663:

“I need to think it over,” Fannie replied, her tone calm but distant.

“Alright.” Dulce, however, had other plans. “When are you going to introduce me to Michael?”

Fannie pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. Dulce had never met Michael, and truthfully, she wasn’t even close to Joelle or her circle of friends. When Adrian confessed to Joelle in public, it had become a national sensation. Dulce, of course, had no interest in that drama. She was fixated on Michael.

“Michael was married,” Fannie explained patiently. “He adored his wife, but she passed away. He’s not looking to date anyone right now.”

Dulce sounded unfazed. “That’s fine. I like men with stories.”

“Michael is much older than you, Dulce. He’s the same age as your uncle.”

Instead of deterring her, it only made Dulce more enthusiastic.

“I have a thing for older men!”

Fannie sighed, realizing she wasn’t going to win this argument but unwilling to indulge her cousin’s misplaced zeal.

“Forget about him.”

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call. Between Jett’s antics and Dulce’s whims, her patience was wearing thin.

A week passed, and Fannie felt a small sense of relief as her two artists settled comfortably into the production. That peace was short-lived when the big boss called her back, instructing her to attend a dinner with an investor for an exciting new project. As their manager, it was her responsibility to secure every opportunity for her artists.

When Fannie opened the door to the private dining room, she froze in place.

Bobby was there, seated at the head of the table as if he owned the world. A cigarette rested lazily between his lips as he leaned back, his posture exuding effortless arrogance. When others spoke to him, he replied sparingly, his tone a mix of disinterest and mild amusement.

But the moment Fannie stepped inside, he perked up immediately.

Bobby’s eyes sparkled with an unsettling sharpness. In that instant, Fannie sensed danger, as though she were stepping into a carefully laid trap.

A familiar face beckoned her, causing her to hesitate. Should she pretend she didn’t know Bobby? But before she could decide, he spoke first.

“Long time no see, Fifi.”

The acquaintance eyed them both.

“So, you and Fannie know each other well?”

“More than just well,” Bobby replied, his smile sly, masking deeper schemes.

His words jolted Fannie back to that night a week ago. She had woken from a deep sleep, her body sore, her back aching, and her legs stiff. When the lights flickered on, Bobby’s face was all she saw.

Her skin still tingled from the afterglow, a sensation that haunted her even now.

A wave of heat surged through Fannie, yet she strove to keep her expression neutral.

“After all, we’ve been linked in the rumors. It’s only natural we’re familiar.”

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