Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 738:

“Are you leaving, or do I have to call the cops to handle this?”

Fannie typically stood her ground once she decided on something. Rarely did anyone push her to her limits. However, Bobby’s actions towards Mayer went beyond anything Jett’s betrayal had done, pushing Fannie’s patience to its limit. Without uttering another word to Bobby, Fannie grabbed her phone to dial the police.noveldrama

Bobby snatched the phone from her, teetering on the edge of anger. “Are you really defending Mayer?”

“What?” Fannie retorted, locking eyes with him boldly. “You showed up without an invitation and insulted my guest. You did save me before, but that doesn’t give you the right to act out in my home.”

Bobby scoffed at her accusation. Did Fannie even know Mayer had feelings for her?

“You haven’t witnessed true chaos yet.”

Fannie had no desire to continue this fruitless exchange. “Get out. I won’t entertain you or Judie today.”

Bobby was accustomed to being shown the door. His anger subsided into resignation. “He’s not staying overnight, is he?” His insinuation left Fannie visibly agitated, her cheeks flushing. “That’s none of your concern! Focus on your own issues!”

As he prepared to leave, Bobby fixed a stern gaze on Mayer. “Listen, keep it strictly professional. If you cross a line with her, you’ll regret it. Just don’t lay a finger on her, understand?”

Mayer, though young, wasn’t easily intimidated. “Judie is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” The implication was clear: Bobby was overstepping, and even Fannie thought so.

Bobby retorted, “I was her first man. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

Mayer, more known for his singing than acting, struggled to mask a momentary sadness triggered by Bobby’s remark.

Fannie was stunned by Bobby’s boldness, taking a moment to process her disbelief as she realized Mayer had feelings for her. She had only ever seen Mayer as a colleague or perhaps a little brother, never imagining anything more.

After Bobby and Judie left, the pizzas remained, but the friendly atmosphere had vanished.

Sitting down wearily, Fannie cradled her head, which was wrapped in bandages. “I’m sorry, you should leave as well. I’m just too worn out today.”

Mayer, feeling a twinge of regret, didn’t push to stay. He had looked forward to spending the evening with Fannie. His interactions with her at work were limited, and he understood she didn’t see him romantically. Yet, he felt compelled to tell the truth.

“Fannie, there’s something I need to say.”

“If it’s about work, we can talk at the office tomorrow.” Mayer detected the detachment in Fannie’s tone, and his expression became one of alarm. “This isn’t about work!”

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