Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 965:

He lifted her effortlessly. Aurora wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting lightly on his chest. She shook her head, her words slurring. “I don’t want to go home.”

It was an impulse, an unconscious confession. But she had no idea how dangerous those words were in this moment.

Before Dunn could respond, the waiter who had served them rushed over, a room key in his hand.

“Is Ms. Watson drunk? Mr. Finch, you can take her to rest. I’ve already reserved a room for both of you.”

Dunn’s eyes narrowed, his expression icy as he glanced at the man. “Do you think I’m a fool?”

The man forced a weak smile. “I’m not sure what you’re implying.”

Dunn didn’t waste another second on him. Without a word, he picked up Aurora and carried her to the parking lot. He gently placed her in the passenger seat, adjusting it to a reclining position. Then, he pulled out a bottle of mineral water and offered it to her.

He couldn’t take Aurora to a hotel—not like this, especially now that she was drunk. It would be completely inappropriate. Aurora took a few sips, then pushed the bottle away.

Dunn secured her seatbelt, his hand gently brushing her hair. “I’m taking you home now.”

He slid into the driver’s seat, but as soon as he settled in, he heard Aurora’s muffled voice. “I don’t want to go home.”

Her head rested against the back of the seat, eyes unfocused as she stared out the window, the weight of her words heavy with unspoken sadness. Dunn’s voice was low, tinged with concern. “Why?”

The alcohol seemed to loosen her grip on her emotions, and she spoke without hesitation, her voice soft and raw.

“After my mom lost Ryland, she fell into depression. When I’m at home, I have to fake happiness because I can’t stand seeing her so sad, silently crying. I’m the oldest in my generation. I have to set an example for the younger ones. I have to get good grades, be polite, make room for them, take care of them. But I’m still just a kid, right?”

It was the first time Dunn had heard Aurora open up like this, sharing pieces of her heart. Some might think she was being overly sensitive, but to him, it was clear that no one had ever truly listened to her.noveldrama

He pulled out a handkerchief, gently dabbing at the tears that had started to spill down her cheeks. His voice soft as he offered her comfort. “You’re not alone. You still have me.”

Aurora’s tear-filled eyes met his, her voice shaky. “But you haven’t been there all these years.”

Dunn was momentarily thrown off by her words. His gaze softened as he looked at Aurora. She wasn’t just drunk anymore—she was completely lost, her emotions spiraling out of control.

“Aurora, I’ve always been paying attention to you. I’m sorry it took me this long to approach you.”

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