Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 938:

“Fair enough.”

Before walking away, Lucas asked Aurora to return the necklace he had once given her.noveldrama

“Aurora, I’ll find you something even more special. I think such a heartfelt gift should someday come from your future boyfriend, not just a friend like me.”

The mention of “future boyfriend” made Aurora visibly tense, and she ushered Lucas out of the room.

As Lucas began his descent down the stairs, a sudden grip on his wrist halted him, yanking him sideways into a dimly lit room.

“What did you say to Aurora?” Molly stood there in her nightgown, its collar slightly undone, revealing the delicate lines of her collarbones to Lucas, who towered above her.

Trapped against the door, Lucas found himself awkwardly trying to avert his gaze, unsure of where to rest his hands.

“Nothing at all,” he muttered.

Molly leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Aurora has someone in her heart. Your efforts are futile; she regards you merely as a friend.”

Confusion flickered across Lucas’ face. He gently pushed against Molly’s forehead to create some distance. “Really, you watch too many dramas.”

Molly scrutinized him, her arms folded, displaying a maturity that belied her youth. “Did you have a girlfriend while you were overseas?”

Lucas’ frown deepened. “Molly, you should be focusing on your studies.”

“Don’t try to sound so wise. You’ve only just grown up yourself.”

“I am an adult, though.”

Molly turned away, her expression one of skepticism and frustration, still without the answers she sought.

After a moment, she asked with a curious mix of pride and suspicion, “Is the real reason you’re single because you have a crush on Aurora?”

“Ridiculous! Why would you even think that? If you’re going to keep bombarding me with such absurd questions, you might as well leave me alone.”

This time, Lucas couldn’t hide his irritation and stormed out of Molly’s room with a brisk stride.

As he departed, the necklace slipped from his pocket and clattered to the floor.

Molly bent down to retrieve it, her fingers brushing against the cold metal.

She recognized the necklace—it was the one Lucas had once gifted to Aurora. Had he asked for it back upon realizing it was a limited Valentine’s Day release?

Now alone, Molly lingered in her room, her teenage turmoil trapped within her.

She slumped against the door, her hair a tousled mess, her gaze downcast and her heart weighed down with unspoken emotions. The following morning, Molly pretended as if the night’s revelations had vanished, bounding energetically down the stairs to breakfast. As usual, Adrian and Joelle urged her to act with more restraint.

Between bites of toast, Molly retorted, “Isn’t one poised person enough for one family?”

She arched an eyebrow, casting a glance at Lucas, who was silently focusing on his meal.

Joelle and Adrian missed the exchange, distracted as Aurora descended the stairs, stretching and yawning.

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