Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 750:

With a casual motion, Bobby pulled his phone from his pocket. “No one is as understanding as my sweetheart.”

The mountain’s sporadic signal miraculously held strong as he called Judie. Fortunately, she was still awake.

“What? You two are sharing a room? No worries, I’m all for it! Fannie, relax, I’m totally fine with it! Make sure Bobby stays warm and doesn’t catch a cold!”

Judie’s voice, brimming with approval and warmth, filled the room from the speakerphone.

Her understanding nature shone brightly, leaving Fannie to wonder how Bobby had managed to find such a considerate partner.

With a reluctant sigh, Fannie stepped aside, allowing Bobby to carry his belongings inside. “You’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

Bobby smirked as he entered the room. The notion of him contentedly sleeping on the sofa seemed more than unlikely.

As soon as Fannie turned her back, Bobby pressed her down on the bed. “How about a trade? Let me on the bed, and I’ll make sure it’s a night to remember.”

The suggestion blended temptation with convenience, tipping entirely in Bobby’s favor.

Fannie’s heart was pounding. Letting Bobby step inside could turn out to be a bad decision.

She couldn’t keep her heart in check, always daring to tiptoe across the forbidden line.

Firmly, she responded, “No need. If you want the bed that badly, it’s yours.”

Bobby’s hands clamped down on her wrists, holding them firmly against the pillow above her head.

“You clearly want this,” he murmured, his voice husky and dangerously alluring, tempting Fannie to succumb to his charms. “This will stay between us.” His chin had a bit of stubble that scratched Fannie’s face.

“It’s our secret, just ours,” he added, his voice low and compelling, nearly dismantling Fannie’s resolve.

How could she hold back? How could she act like she didn’t care? How could she not be drawn into this intoxicating dance of desire? However, the image of Judie constricted her heart with discomfort.

Staring into Bobby’s eyes, she enunciated each word with deliberate clarity. “You’re Judie’s boyfriend.”

Bobby detected not just grievance but a piercing betrayal in her voice.

He recalled the advice from his friends about being honest with Fannie, and it clicked.

“I am not,” he admitted.

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s not. I said that just to make you jealous. I don’t have a girlfriend. You’re the only one I want. Believe me.”

His assertion seemed to cast an enchanting spell, tempting Fannie to let down her guard.

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