Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 672:

A playful smirk tugged at his lips.

“Find me someone like her.”

He stood up, not breaking eye contact with her.

Fannie barely noticed the director’s gaze as Bobby approached, his presence looming over her like a bad omen.

Fannie felt the urge to escape, yet she knew deep down that avoiding the inevitable wasn’t an option. The contract was clear—her role as Selma’s agent required her presence at all film-related activities. Crossing paths with Bobby in this situation was bound to happen.

“Fifi, you’re here?” Bobby’s grin was wide, radiating charm, though it barely concealed the calculating nature beneath—something only Fannie could perceive.

“I’m not here for you,” she replied, her tone dismissive.

“I know,” Bobby said, hands tucked into his pockets, as he leaned in closer. “But I’m here for you. Jett isn’t around, so we’re free to enjoy ourselves.” So this was his plan.

Gathering her composure, Fannie responded firmly, “I’m here to work, Bobby, not to fool around with you. Come on, Selma, we’re leaving.”

Bobby, now uninterested, chewed on his gum, his attention already drifting elsewhere.

As dusk settled over the set and Selma was immersed in filming, Fannie stepped into a secluded, dimly lit alley to take a business call. The vintage ambiance of the alley was suddenly disrupted when an unexpected force yanked her deeper into the shadows.

Bobby’s presence was suffocating as he pinned her against the cold wall, their bodies pressed together in the confined space.

“Ah!” Fannie gasped in surprise, her phone still pressed to her ear.noveldrama

“What’s happening, Miss Cooper? Are you alright?” came the concerned voice from the phone.

With a stern frown, Fannie faced Bobby, trying to mask her unease as she spoke calmly into the phone, “Everything’s fine.”

Meanwhile, Bobby gripped her wrist more firmly, his fingers daringly interlacing with hers in a bold, unsolicited gesture.

Fannie remained composed on the phone, despite Bobby’s teasing gaze. He lifted her chin playfully, his eyes filled with mischief, as though he might kiss her at any moment.

Fannie’s discomfort grew. She could no longer tolerate his taunting behavior. With urgency, she spoke into the phone, “I need to handle something here. I’ll call you back later.” She quickly ended the call. Without a second thought, she yanked herself away from him and slapped his cheek, the sharp crack echoing through the dim, deserted alley.

Bobby gripped both of her wrists and pressed her firmly against the wall. “You’ve really got some nerve, don’t you?”

The slap had left a mark on his face, but it didn’t anger him. Instead, it seemed to fuel him.

“Bobby Kelly, you insufferable jerk, let me go!” Fannie demanded, her voice laced with desperation.

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