Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 774:

He rested his chin on his hand, gazing out the window. Though he said nothing, Dulce’s heart raced in her chest.

Did he still grieve for his late wife?

Rumors had reached Dulce’s ears that all of Adrian’s friends had found their partners. She wondered if this added a layer of solitude to Michael’s sorrow.

Throughout the drive, Dulce remained lost in her thoughts, intrigued by this enigmatic man who carried such a poignant story with him.noveldrama

Upon arriving at home, she thanked Michael and Callan before stepping out into the night.

In the quiet that followed her departure, Callan caught Michael’s reflection in the rearview mirror, watching as he tracked Dulce’s retreating figure.

Michael’s voice broke the silence. “Callan, you’ve noticed, haven’t you?”

With a knowing chuckle, Callan replied, “Young women are hardly masters of disguise, particularly when smitten. It’s clear her heart is no longer her own.”

Both men, astute in their professions, had seen Dulce’s furtive glances—over ten times throughout the journey. It was obvious to anyone paying attention.

Michael chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ring on his finger. “In this lifetime, I could never love another.”

Bobby sped through the streets, taking Fannie to the hospital.

The examination confirmed a bone fracture.

The doctor recommended a lengthy period of bed rest for her recovery.

As Fannie exited the examination room, she encountered her worried parents, who had been alerted about the accident by Jett’s family.

Confined to a wheelchair, Fannie tried to alleviate their concerns with reassurances.

“You scared me to death!” Kaya exclaimed, punctuating her fright with a gentle slap. “I’ve always urged you to pursue a more dependable career, but you chose this path instead. You can’t predict the kind of people you’ll meet in such a job.”

Fannie had become numb to such criticisms.

Her choices always seemed misguided in the eyes of her parents, and compliments were rare.

Though her parents loved her deeply, their presence invariably left her feeling disheartened and melancholic.

Bobby, witnessing Fannie’s mood dip, was initially puzzled by her sorrow.

It wasn’t until her father chimed in with traditional expectations that Bobby began to understand.

“Fannie, please listen to your mother from now on and seek a stable job. As a woman, there’s no need to chase high earnings. What matters most is marrying, having children, and tending to your family.”

Feeling her defiance rise, Fannie stared into Willie’s eyes and demanded, “Dad, can you stop saying things like that? I have my own dreams and goals. I adore my job. Why is marriage and motherhood expected of me?”

“Are you really talking back to your father? We’re only considering what’s best for you. If it weren’t for your accident, we’d be resting at home right now. We came as soon as we heard! Who do you think all this concern is for?”

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