Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 706:

“What are you doing?” Fannie asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

“I’ll act as I please,” Bobby replied, his tone cold and defiant.

Fannie had invited him to vent his frustrations, but she hadn’t expected this. Without warning, Bobby cupped her face and kissed her deeply, leaving her mind completely blank. Her eyes snapped open, wide with shock, her thoughts racing back to Judie, who was just outside.

He was Judie’s boyfriend. How could he do this?

“Ugh!” Fannie pushed against him, struggling to break free. But Bobby, with swift precision, pinned her down, his grip unyielding.

“Come on, aren’t you supposed to be strong? Fight back,” he taunted.

“Bobby Kelly, you better let me go right now!” she demanded, her voice trembling with fury.

“Do you realize your mistake?” he asked, his voice low and insistent.

“I haven’t done anything wrong!” she snapped, her voice rising.

“Shall I remind you?” Bobby said, his grip tightening as he leaned in closer.

Realizing resistance was futile, Fannie’s anger flickered for a moment before she finally relented.

“I was wrong, okay?” she muttered under her breath, her body tense but compliant.

But Bobby’s hold didn’t waver. “Wrong about what, exactly?”

Fannie felt completely wronged.

The director had crossed the line, and now, to her dismay, Bobby was forcing her to admit fault.

Reluctantly, she muttered, “I guess I shouldn’t have let my guard down.”

“And?” Bobby pressed, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable.

She hesitated, reflecting deeply before adding, “I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you either.”

Only then did Bobby release her, his hand tousling her hair in a gesture that was oddly affectionate.

“You’re so hopelessly naive. I honestly don’t know how you’ve managed to survive all these years.”noveldrama

Fannie didn’t bother arguing. She straightened her clothes with brisk movements and darted out the moment the elevator doors slid open.

Outside, her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. What if someone saw the kiss? The thought was unbearable. Was she now the other woman in Bobby’s life? Worse, had she betrayed Jett?

A wave of guilt washed over her.

Unable to shake the feeling, she pulled out her phone and dialed Jett’s number.

“Jett, can you come pick me up?”

“Fifi, hang on a sec. Got another call coming in.”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice quieter now, laced with a tinge of impatience.

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