Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 676:

“That noise from some room kept me up all night.”

Fannie glanced over at her.

“Want to switch hotels? You’ve got night scenes coming up soon, and you need proper rest.”

“No, it’s too much trouble.” Selma waved her off with a lazy smile and hurried off to change into her costume.

Fannie had other tasks to attend to and moved on with her day.

As she passed by a group of extras, their conversation caught her attention.

“Did you hear? Last night, Mr. Kelly had a whole crowd of actresses over for a party at the hotel.”

“Really? He sure knows how to live it up.”

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“That’s nothing. I heard he parties way harder back in Illerith.”noveldrama

“Yeah, but I heard he’s here to promote an actress. She was there last night too.”

“What actress?”

“That campus beauty from the film academy, I think her name’s Judie Torres.”

The three extras exchanged a quick, furtive glance at Fannie before walking off, their heads lowered.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. Moving to a quieter corner, Fannie answered.

“Hello? Jett?”

“Fifi, where are you?”

Fannie hesitated before replying, “I’m out of town, filming with Selma, handling some work.”

Jett went quiet for a moment before asking, “Is Bobby there too?”

Fannie had no idea how he knew, but there was no point in hiding it.

“Yes, he is.”

Jett didn’t say anything for a few beats, then sighed deeply.

“I want to come see you. Is that okay?”

Fannie held the phone to her ear, knowing exactly what would happen if Jett came.

If he stayed overnight, things would inevitably go further. If she could share that special connection with Bobby, then why not explore the same spark with Jett? After all, she had already admitted to Bobby that she liked Jett.

“Okay,” she said.

ett arrived that very night.

Fannie had booked a room at a different hotel, in case she ran into Bobby.

After wrapping up her shoot, Selma returned to the first hotel. Not finding Fannie there, she dialed Fannie’s number.

“Fannie? Are you coming back soon?”

“Not tonight. Jett’s here. I’m staying somewhere else for the night.”

“Okay, then.”

At the airport, Fannie hung up, her eyes darting around. Jett’s suitcase and confident stride made him impossible to miss. At that moment, the ghosts of their past arguments seemed inconsequential. After all, he had crossed miles to see her; some things were worth letting go.

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