Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 1118:

Outside the room, Allie returned. “Lucas, are you sure you’re alright?”

Molly, desperate to break free, tried to push him away, but her hands were still tangled in his.

Lucas seemed lost in the moment, his kisses growing more insistent, more hungry. Molly, both scared and thrilled, remained silent, afraid of making a sound.

“Lucas? Can I come in?” Allie’s voice rang out again, tinged with concern.

Then Rafael’s voice cut through the air, firm and a little amused. “Let them have their privacy. Why are you always asking? He’s a grown man, Allie. Stop hovering.”

Allie, rarely one to argue, pouted but relented. “I’m just worried about him.”

“No, you’re just being too possessive. You can’t help but control me, and now you’re trying to control our son too.”

“Okay, okay, my bad.” With that, Allie and Rafael finally retreated, leaving the pair in peace.

Inside, Lucas slowly pulled away from Molly, his breath heavy, his face flushed. Molly, her lips swollen and breath ragged, felt the world settle back into its rightful place, though both knew their passion couldn’t go any further.

Lucas took a deep breath, his instincts still roaring, but he forced them down. “You should go back to your room now.”

Even without his words, Molly wouldn’t have dared stay any longer.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Back in her room, Molly collapsed onto the bed, covering her hot face with her hands. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, and all she could think of was the kiss, the sensation of Lucas’ lips against hers. It was like something had shifted inside her, like the world had tilted in a new direction.

The next morning, as Molly made her way downstairs for breakfast, she collided with Lucas in the hallway.noveldrama

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“Morning,” they both said in unison, their voices soft and awkward, both of them too shy to meet the other’s gaze.

Lucas shattered the awkward silence hanging between them. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

“Okay,” Molly mumbled.

As they descended the stairs, Allie swept forward and captured Molly’s hand with genuine warmth. “You barely touched your dinner last night and turned in so early. You must be famished, right? Come, sit and eat.”

Molly settled across from Lucas. In her nervous haste, her foot collided with his shin under the table. “Sorry,” she blurted immediately.

“It’s nothing.” Lucas feigned nonchalance, suppressing a smile. He suspected Molly’s jitters stemmed from concealing their relationship.

Gripping her knife and fork, Molly wrestled with a storm of emotions. The accidental contact mortified her, and she was afraid that Lucas might think she’d done it deliberately.

When she risked a glance his way, she found his lips battling a grin while his eyes radiated unmistakable affection for her, practically sparkling with delight.

Heat flooded Molly’s cheeks as embarrassment and shyness warred within her, though she dared not react with Rafael and Allie present.

“Molly, what are you looking at? Eat.”

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