Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 618:

Since her last visit with Aurora, Allie had been unusually fixated on the idea of motherhood, calling Rafael “Daddy” more frequently, perhaps out of a desire to invoke the same affection she saw Aurora receive.

This was Rafael’s first time hearing of her infertility, and it painted her in a pitiful light. Yet, he knew better than to let sympathy cloud his judgment. Sympathizing with her could lead to complications.

Without a word, Rafael clicked off the light and retreated into the silence and darkness, leaving the complexities of the conversation to fade with the light.noveldrama

At the fast-food restaurant, Chris accidentally collided with a girl near the restroom entrance. She was petite, adorned with long bunny ears on her clothing.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

Chris wanted to help her up, but the girl kept her head down, covering half of her face as if she was in pain from the collision.

“My apologies,” Chris added, crouching to offer his help. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to.”

Allie, keeping her head low, flashed a mischievous grin. “Caught you.”

“What?” Chris was taken aback.

Just then, as the girl seized his hand, a tap came on his shoulder. Chris spun around to face Rafael.

“And who might you be?”

Rafael cut to the chase. “Where’s Ryland?”

Realizing the situation, Chris withdrew his hand from Allie’s grip. As he made a move to escape, Allie clamped tightly onto his leg.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Although Chris usually had bodyguards, they had been neutralized by Allie’s crew. He was briskly flanked by two men and escorted to a black car waiting outside.

As Rafael was about to step into the vehicle, a sudden tug on his sleeve stopped him. He turned back, only to find Allie.

Extending her hands towards Rafael, she instructed, “Clean my hands.”

“They aren’t dirty.”

“They are now,” Allie insisted, her tone serious.

“You’re being absurd.”

Ignoring his comment, Allie wiped her hands forcefully on Rafael’s clothes. Satisfied, she then climbed into the car.

Rafael followed her into the vehicle from the other side. Inside, Chris sat squeezed between them, looking visibly shaken and increasingly weak.

“My brother checks in on me every half hour. His people will start looking for me soon.”

Rafael confiscated the phone from Chris’ pocket, silencing any hope of a rescue message.

Despite Chris’ anxious declaration, Rafael dialed a number coolly.

“Adrian, proceed with your plan.”

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