Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 674:

“Thanks, Fannie. It’s getting late. You should get some rest. I’m heading back to my room.”

“Sure.”

Fannie escorted Selma out and noticed a lively group in the hallway, with Bobby at the forefront, sharing laughs and jokes. She cast a brief glance their way before securely closing her door.

Moments later, a knock came from her door. It was Bobby.

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“I’m off to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”

Unperturbed, Bobby retrieved a master key card from his pocket and slid it into the door lock. The door swung open, catching Fannie off-guard as she clutched her covers tightly around her.

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“Why on earth would a hotel allow someone like you access to a master key?” she demanded.

Bobby gave a nonchalant shrug. “Well, my family owns the place.”

Struck dumb by his audacity, Fannie held up her phone threateningly. “Leave now, or I’m calling the police!” She reconsidered her options, deciding it was better to dial without another word.

Ignoring her, Bobby advanced and snatched the phone from her grasp.

Fannie attempted to escape from the other side of the bed, seeking help. But Bobby was quicker, pulling her back.

“Fifi, I want to stay here with you tonight.”

Fannie had already slipped into her pajamas. This time, unlike before, she was wide awake and caught off guard, which seemed to please Bobby immensely as he held her close. But all Fannie could feel was a cold shiver creeping down her spine.

She had walked right into a trap that Bobby had carefully set for her. By the time she realized it, the door had already slammed shut behind her—there was no way out.

“Bobby, if you’re that desperate, just throw some cash around. I’m not interested.”

Bobby, taken aback by her words, let out a laugh.

“Fifi, don’t be so bitter. I told you, after taking your virginity, I’m bound to take responsibility.”

A wave of fragmented memories from her first time flooded Fannie’s mind. Though she had been drugged that night, her subconscious had remained clear. She remembered how she had clung to Bobby, utterly entranced by him. The soft, broken gasps seemed to belong to someone else entirely.

When it came to intimacy, Fannie seemed to become a different person altogether. Everyone had their weaknesses. And once she let go, it was hard to pull back.

Fannie shook her head, trying to break free from the conflict inside her.

“I don’t need you to take responsibility. Just let me go, and we can part ways on good terms,” she said, her voice devoid of any anger. It was as though she had given up on any hope of Bobby ever changing.

Without warning, Bobby spun her around and pinned her beneath him. His gaze was searing, more intense than she had ever seen from him before.

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