Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 737:

In the end, it was Bobby who strode to the fridge, retrieving the beer Judie had left during a previous visit. Fannie and Judie sipped on their juice, while Bobby and Mayer had beer.

Bobby mocked, “Are you even old enough to drink?”

“Certainly, I’m of legal age,” Mayer responded with a confident grin.

“Really?” Bobby leaned back, his expression turning playful as he slid his beer towards Mayer. “Well then, this one’s for you too.”

Fannie intervened to help Mayer. “Try to take it easy. Remember you’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

Bobby drummed his fingers on the table, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the exchange. Fannie was actually defending Mayer in front of him.

“What’s the big deal?” Bobby remarked, his tone edged with sarcasm. “He’s bold enough to chase after you but can’t handle a drink?”

Fannie fixed her gaze on Bobby, her voice a mix of confusion and irritation. “What are you implying?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Dinner was a lost cause for Bobby. He found no joy in it. He stood abruptly, grabbing Mayer by the arm.

“You’re moving to her building, tagging along home with her, even showing up for dinner.” Bobby’s laugh was cold and taunting. “Quite audacious of you, meddling with my girl, don’t you think?”

The memory of Bobby’s recent brawl with Jett lingered ominously in Fannie’s thoughts. Even the mere recollection was enough to make her head pound.

With a sharp clatter, she set down her fork. “Bobby, if you’re not going to eat, you might as well leave. Enough with the theatrics. Who are you calling ‘your girl’?”

Bobby’s hand was visibly tense, his veins protruding as he relentlessly grilled Mayer. “What? Scared to admit your feelings? Can’t own up to liking someone and instead play the victim?”

Mayer grasped Bobby’s wrist, exerting minimal pressure. His demeanor was markedly calm in contrast to Bobby’s intensity. “It seems my arrival has stirred some unease. Fannie, I don’t want to cause you any trouble, so I’ll excuse myself.”

Judie, overhearing the exchange, realized Mayer was not as innocent as he seemed. Fannie had been quite persuasive in convincing Mayer to relocate from abroad, painting an overly optimistic picture of the opportunities back home, essentially luring him into a new venture.noveldrama

Yet, here he was, unable to even enjoy a simple meal without being wrongfully accused and subjected to Bobby’s baseless conjectures.

As his agent, it was Fannie’s duty to shield her talent. She embodied the essence of her contractual obligations.

“Bobby Kelly, get out!” she commanded, her voice seething with genuine anger, her expression stern as she pointed to the door.

Judie rose, her movements tentative. “Uh, Fannie, Bobby was just—”

Attempting to mediate, she was abruptly cut off by a sharp glance from Fannie. “Judie Torres, you get out as well.”

Judie reached out, tugging at Fannie’s sleeve, a look of injustice etched across her face. However, Fannie was decidedly serious this time, her tone brooking no argument.

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