Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 1117:

“What a pity.”

“It’s fine. There’s no need to rush things.”

Rafael asked, “Is Molly back? She didn’t eat much today. Go check on her. Maybe she’s hungry.”

“Alright,” Allie said, nodding before heading upstairs to find Molly.

Molly, standing frozen in Lucas’ room, instinctively hid behind him, her heart racing. If Allie opened the door now, the scene might be impossible to explain.

She exchanged a glance with Lucas, and he motioned for her to stay silent.noveldrama

Before Molly could react, Lucas had already stepped out. “Mom.”

“Lucas? You’re home too? Has Molly had dinner?”

“She’s asleep,” Lucas answered smoothly.

“What? She went to bed so early?”

Lucas remained calm. “Yeah, I checked on her. Don’t disturb her rest.”

“Alright then.” Allie didn’t press further.

After Allie left, both Lucas and Molly exhaled in relief, the tension finally easing.

“What now?” Molly whispered.

“My parents are still downstairs. You should wait a little before going out.”

Molly blushed. Of course, she was willing to stay in Lucas’ room, but she was unsure whether she and Lucas were in a serious relationship now.

“Lucas, come here for a second.”

“Hrnm?”

Molly cupped his face in her hands, standing on tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝒲𝗁𝒾𝗇𝑒 𝓬𝓱𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗼𝗻

“This is mine now,” she whispered, her words almost a challenge. She couldn’t erase the image of the other girl kissing him, so this was her way of staking a claim.

Lucas froze, his ears tinged with a deep flush of red.

Molly only meant to kiss him lightly, nothing more. However, Lucas grabbed her waist, and she stumbled forward.

“Hey!” Molly’s eyes widened, and a flush of panic rushed through her. Just as Lucas leaned in closer, Allie’s voice came from outside the door. “Lucas, what’s going on in there? What’s all that noise?”

Lucas, his composure slipping, barely managed to hold himself together. “Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Allie’s footsteps receded down the hall.

Molly, holding her breath, felt Lucas’ head lower toward hers. His eyes searched hers, as if asking for permission. “May I kiss you, my princess?”

Molly didn’t speak; instead, she intertwined her fingers with his. The air between them was electric, charged with an unspoken promise. She closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath against her skin before his lips found hers. The kiss was…

Clumsy, hesitant, but full of longing. Molly’s heart raced in her chest, a drumbeat of excitement and uncertainty.

She was suddenly lifted onto the desk, accidentally knocking over his glass.

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