Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 1116:

Molly clenched her fists and hit him lightly on the chest. “When did you ever tell me? Every time you came to my home, the first thing you did was look for my sister. The moment she was in the room, you’d just stare at her! How could I possibly believe you liked me?”

“Think about it. Who did I spend more time with—Aurora, or you? My feelings for you aren’t in grand declarations. They’re in the minutes and seconds we’ve shared, in the way I’ve always been by your side. You just never noticed.”

Lucas held her shoulders, more earnestly than ever before. “I didn’t expect that girl to kiss me. And the moment she did, I told her clearly—I wouldn’t be with her. Because the only one I care about, the only one I’ve always wanted, is the girl I’ve been watching over since childhood. The stubborn, sentimental, maddeningly talented artist.”

Molly hesitated, then pointed at herself. “You mean… me?”

Lucas let out a soft chuckle, pulling her into an embrace. “Who else would it be?”

“Really?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He sighed, as if he had been holding these words back for too long. “I wanted to wait until you were older to tell you. But I couldn’t hold back anymore. If I didn’t say it now, you’d drive yourself crazy.”

Molly stood against him, her head resting lightly on his chest. They had always been close, but this was different.

Lucas smelled fresh—his clothes soft against her skin, tinged with a faint scent of disinfectant. More than anything, she noticed the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Beating just as fast as hers.

“Lucas, do you really like me? But why? What do you even like about me?”

As a teenage girl, Molly could never escape her anxious, indecisive nature. Even after hearing the answer she had longed for, she still doubted it.

𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 → gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⍰𝖼𝗈𝗺

Lucas asked, “Don’t you think you deserve to be liked?”

Molly, biting her fingernail in uncertainty, hesitated before offering a quiet nod. She set aside the worry of wondering what exactly it was about her that Lucas liked.

“When did you start liking me?” she asked.

“Since you were little.”

“Are you sure it’s the boyfriend-girlfriend kind of like?”

Lucas released her and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Of course, my princess.”

Molly blinked, her confusion deepening as she looked up at him, her eyes wide as saucers. “Why do you call me princess?”

“I’ve wanted to call you that for a long time.”

His memories of Molly stretched back as far as he could remember, from the moment she was a baby—soft and sweet, cradled like the most precious jewel in the world. To him, she was always a princess, adored by everyone around her.

Meanwhile, Rafael and Allie had returned from their outing.

Molly, still standing in Lucas’ room, realized that if she stepped out now, she’d surely bump into them.

Rafael, closing the umbrella with a snap, looked at Allie and asked, “Is Lucas really not interested in that girl?”noveldrama

Allie shrugged, brushing the raindrops off her wool sweater. “Not at all. Lucas told me himself.”

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