Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 829:

“What’s wrong with them?”

Jett was momentarily taken aback, struggling to find a response. He always felt there was no need for people from different circles to mix. “It’s one thing for Fifi to be with Bobby, but why are you involved?”noveldrama

Dulce, still applying makeup, glanced at him before answering calmly, “Because I like Michael.”

Jett paused, the realization dawning on him. Michael was Adrian’s good friend. “He’s much older than you. Are you serious about this?”

“I’ve never been more serious. You can have a crush on Fannie, but I can’t like someone older?”

“Is that the same thing?” Jett shot back, irritation creeping into his tone. “Do you even understand the age difference between you two?”

“Age is just a number,” Dulce said confidently, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.

“Age is definitely an issue!” Jett snapped, his face hardening. “Don’t do anything reckless. If you get involved with him, Mom and Dad will never approve!”

Dulce set down her powder puff. “Jett, I’m an adult. I’m more than capable of making my own choices.”

Jett’s temper flared. He had always known Dulce to be independent, but he hadn’t expected her to be so bold, so reckless. “Did he seduce you? Did he take advantage of you?”

“No!” Dulce snapped, glancing at the clock, frustration building. She wasn’t about to continue this argument. “Stop worrying about it. I’m going to be late. I’m leaving now!”

Without waiting for a response, she snatched her bag from the chair, grabbed the invitation from Jett’s hand, and practically fled out the door.

Today, she wore a dress. She had seen Michael many times, but her style was different each time.

At the Miller family home, Dulce stood beside Fannie and Bobby, trying to keep her composure.

Shawn, holding his young son in his arms, greeted them warmly. “Head to the yard. We’re having a barbecue today.”

Dulce and Fannie handed over the gifts they had prepared for Aurora. “Thank you, on behalf of Joelle,” Shawn said graciously.

As more guests trickled in, Shawn excused himself to entertain them. The moment he left, Dulce scanned the room, her eyes searching. “Where’s Michael?”

Fannie quickly pressed Dulce’s hand down, giving her a subtle warning. “Try to be more composed.”

Dulce straightened up, forced a smile, and turned to Bobby. “Bobby, what kind of women does Michael like?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby replied, his tone light and indifferent. “But your personality’s pretty similar to Lacey’s.”

That comment hit Dulce harder than she expected.

She paused, trying to process the thought, but Katherine’s wave from the second floor broke her concentration.

“You’re here! Come on over, everyone’s waiting!”

Up on the second floor, a terrace offered the perfect spot for a movie night. After nightfall, a screen was pulled down, casting a glow across the space. Since it was Aurora’s birthday, the film being played was a children’s animation, lighthearted and fun.

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