Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 1129:

“I was just helping him. He was drunk, and I thought he should rest.” Lynda’s words tumbled out in a rush.

Aurora, cloaked in a long trench coat with her hands buried in her pockets, regarded her with a peaceful gaze. “He’s drunk, you say? Please, let him come with me then.”

She didn’t challenge Lynda’s facade. Molly had briefed her earlier in the day about the potential mischief, and she had been bracing for an incident. Indeed, she had caught Lynda in the act.noveldrama

Realizing her defeat, Lynda reluctantly allowed Dunn to be led away.

As Aurora supported Dunn, Lynda’s voice carried a bitter edge. “You’re probably mocking me silently, aren’t you? But what can I do? I’ve loved him for years. Surely, I deserve something for that?”

“Do whatever you think you must. Snatch, deceive, or compete openly—whatever brings you joy,” Aurora responded, her head tilted slightly, her tone both soft and assertive. “I won’t resent you for it because you won’t get the opportunity. My advantage isn’t just that I’ve loved him longer. It’s that he loves me back. We have a bond that goes beyond the superficial—a profound connection that’s rooted in mutual love.”

Aurora escorted Dunn to his room, mindful of the old superstition that it was unlucky for the bride and groom to meet before their wedding. As Aurora was about to exit, Dunn, reclining on the bed, suddenly clasped her wrist.

“Stay with me…”

Aurora stood her ground. “Dunn, surely you’re not foolish enough to have drunk from that wine glass. Drop the act.”

No sooner had she spoken than she found herself drawn onto the plush mattress, her eyes widening in shock as she faced Dunn.

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His gaze met hers, strands of hair shadowing his eyes. “I had a sip.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“You certainly did not.”

In response, Dunn tenderly cradled her cheek, dipped his head closer, and demonstrated through a tender kiss that he had indeed indulged in the wine, albeit sparingly, setting the mood.

Dunn’s patience had finally worn thin. After hearing Aurora’s firm stance against giving Lynda any chance, he decided to throw aside all traditional restraints. His desire was simple: to savor every fleeting moment with the love of his life, treasuring their time together.

Dressed in a trench coat, Aurora felt his fingers expertly unfastening each button as their kiss deepened.

“Aurora…” His voice thick with anticipation, Dunn reveled in the sight of the slip dress Aurora wore beneath, a style he had never seen her in before, which accentuated her allure.

Overwhelmed by his intense gaze, Aurora averted her eyes modestly, murmuring, “This isn’t meant for you.”

“Then for whom?” Dunn asked as he supported her gently. “Promise it’s just for me from now on, will you?”

With her cheeks warmly tinted and grateful for the dim lighting, Aurora whispered a soft “Okay.” It was a quiet affirmation, subtly agreeing to more than just his request.

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