Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 964:

“Book a room for them.”

There was a pause. “Is that appropriate?”

Rickey’s tone was icy. “What’s inappropriate? They drank too much. Isn’t it natural to find a place to rest?”

“They weren’t drunk. Mr. Finch ordered fruit wine with very low alcohol content,” the waiter said.

Rickey snapped, “Find your own way. Just make sure they end up together tonight.”

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?”

“They won’t hold it against you. If it works out, Dunn will even thank you.”noveldrama

Rickey stood there, his face unreadable, but his mind was already made up. He didn’t want to waste any more energy imagining whether there was still a chance. If he could bring them together, Aurora would be happy. Dunn would be, too. This way, he could finally give up.

On the other end, the plan went into motion. The wine was swapped, and the new bottle was sent to Aurora and Dunn.

Dunn noticed something was off the moment the wine was poured, but Aurora was too caught up in the moment to think twice. She assumed it was something Dunn had arranged and took a large sip without hesitation. Dunn didn’t drink. His eyes narrowed, sharp and demanding, as he locked onto the waiter.

“This isn’t the wine I ordered.”

The waiter, visibly shaking, kept his head down. “Apologies, Mr. Finch, the one you ordered is out of stock at the moment.”

Dunn didn’t buy it. “If you were going to switch it, you should have asked me first, don’t you think?”

The waiter shot a nervous glance at Aurora. “We’re truly sorry. We didn’t mean to disturb your time with Ms. Watson. This bottle is a gift from our restaurant. We apologize again for the inconvenience.”

Aurora, sitting some distance away, could only see Dunn in conversation with the waiter, but she didn’t hear it clearly. She asked what was wrong, but Dunn, holding back his frustration, gestured for the man to leave.

The wine had a delayed effect. At first, there was no noticeable change, but within minutes, the person who drank it would feel its full weight.

Aurora’s face turned a deep shade of red, her body flushed with warmth, though she had no idea it was the alcohol taking hold.

Her vision blurred as she looked up at him, her gaze unfocused. Dunn’s face seemed to dissolve into a haze. “Dunn…”

With a sharp clatter, her knife and fork slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on the plate. She slumped forward, her body weak.

Dunn moved instantly, rushing to her side and lifting her gently into his arms. “Aurora?”

Her skin felt like fire against him, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, uncontrollable, though she wasn’t unconscious—just drunk. Her hand brushed against Dunn’s chin, her touch soft but intimate. “I’m sleepy. I want to sleep.”

Dunn swallowed, fighting to keep his composure as her breath fanned across his neck. “I’ll take you home.”

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