Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 752:

Fannie’s eyes darted to the marks adorning Bobby’s neck and the scratches across his chest—undeniable evidence of their passion.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend?” she ventured, her voice tentative. A broad grin spread across Bobby’s face as he affectionately patted her on the backside. “Yes, my girlfriend.”

Still enveloped in his embrace, Fannie lay there, her mind reeling with the realization that they were now a couple.

She had consistently pictured such moments with Bobby, but the reality unfolded on a simple, routine morning.

“You’re not toying with me, are you?” she questioned, a hint of doubt in her voice.

Bobby clasped her shoulder reassuringly. “I poured my heart into last night. How can you still question it?”

Indeed, the previous night had been wild for both of them, not just Fannie.

She had been fretful about potential noise complaints from the apartment below them, but fortunately, the persistent rain had muffled their sounds of passion.

“Still not convinced?” Bobby pulled her onto his lap, his firm hand securing her by the hip. “Then I guess we’ll just have to keep going until you are.”

“No!” Fannie’s protest was immediate, reminiscent of their previous encounters. “I believe you, I really do!”

She quickly stood, scrambling to pick up scattered items off the floor and grabbed a towel, heading for a shower.

After refreshing themselves, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Bobby’s friend, peering inside. “Hey, Bobby, you’re out of signal, aren’t you?”

A quick glance at his phone confirmed it—no service. Fannie looked down, a blush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

But Bobby’s friend was too preoccupied to notice any awkwardness about their overnight stay. “It’s Katherine—she called me. Joelle’s going into labor!”

“What? But isn’t she due in two more days?”

It was unlike Katherine’s last labor, which hadn’t been so abrupt. As the news sank in, a wave of urgency wiped the blankness from Bobby’s expression.

Fannie strode forward, her voice even and reassuring. “Let’s make our way down the mountain now. The rain’s stopped, but the roads might still be slick. Everyone, please tread carefully.”

With a firm nod, Bobby’s friend declared, “Got it! I’m on my way to wake them now.”

As Fannie gathered Bobby’s jacket, her tone was pragmatic.

“Let’s get a move on. I’ll take the wheel, and you check in with Joelle.”

“Okay.”

Childbirth loomed large over them. Bobby, who was close to Joelle, was understandably anxious, though he managed to keep his composure.

With Fannie leading calmly, they all descended the mountain, forming an impressive caravan.

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