Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 708:

“Protecting my sweetheart. Your industry’s crawling with creeps.”

“Amy’s a woman.”

Bobby replied nonchalantly, “Plenty of female creeps out there. Remember the one I lost my virginity to?”

Fannie’s cheeks burned. It was a clear jab at her, but she refused to take the bait.

On stage, the models strutted with the grace of gazelles, while the audience remained cloaked in dim lighting. Bobby applauded and tilted his head towards Fannie.

“Fifi, the last time we were together, it was unforgettable. How about you?”

Fannie shot him a panicked look, scanning her surroundings. Thankfully, no one seemed to have heard him.

“Take some medicine if you’re hallucinating.” Bobby’s lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “I think you can heal me.”

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Fannie felt her composure slipping. She was close to starting her period, and her hormones were all over the place. Her body was betraying her more often now.

She worried she’d lose herself if she stayed with Bobby much longer.

“I need to use the restroom,” she announced abruptly, standing and weaving her way out of the seats. Bobby watched her slumped figure drift away, realizing she wasn’t coming back.

His phone buzzed—a message from Judie.

“Bobby, Selma’s left her seat. Something feels off.”

Bobby’s gaze darted to where Selma had been sitting. The chair was now empty.

He texted the show organizer.

“Check if Jett is on today’s guest list.”

Fannie stepped into the restroom and splashed cold water on her face, hoping to douse the flames inside her. But before she could collect herself, a powerful arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her backward with startling force. She gasped as she was pulled into the men’s restroom.

Fannie was abruptly yanked toward the entrance of the men’s restroom, her fingers clinging desperately to the doorframe. The man behind her tried to wrench her grip free, triggering a flashback to a chilling incident from her middle school years when she had been forcefully pulled into a men’s restroom just like this. This time, however, she was determined not to be a victim.

She leaned back, channeling her momentum to execute a shoulder throw. But he anticipated her move, releasing her at the last moment and instead seizing her shoulders to spin her around to face him.

Fannie’s fist was inches from striking his face when she saw his face.

“Bobby?”

Bobby caught her fist in his hand, his grin sly.

“Who taught you that move?”

Fannie withdrew her hand sharply.

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Her recent self-defense training was the only thing giving her confidence. Otherwise, being dragged into the men’s restroom could have ended much differently.

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