Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 822:

But Bobby, a bit too drunk, slung an arm around Michael’s shoulder and joked, “I’m just worried you’ll end up alone, Michael.”

Then, holding a bottle in one hand, Bobby pointed downward with his other hand and continued, “I’m worried you might be about to burst. We’re all men here. If you need someone, I could introduce you to—”

Before Bobby could finish his sentence, Shawn grabbed him by the ear, pulling him aside with a sharp tug. “Ferris, make sure to tell Fannie exactly what Bobby just said.”

Ferris eagerly pulled out his phone. “Got it!”

As the conversation shifted, Adrian cast a quiet glance at Michael, offering no further comment.

Among their group, even someone as reckless as Bobby had found a partner, yet Michael remained alone.

Adrian understood the depth of the bond between Michael and Lacey, but he also knew that once someone passed, they were truly gone. One couldn’t live in the past forever.

Adrian tried to reason with him, his tone gentle yet firm. “Lacey wouldn’t want you to hold yourself back like this.”

Michael stayed silent for a long moment, then finally spoke, his voice tinged with frustration. “Even if I were to date, it wouldn’t be with Dulce!”

With those words, he ended the call abruptly. Turning around, he collided with Dulce.

She was dressed in a sharp black and white suit, the straight-leg trousers and high heels adding to her height.

Dulce’s hand froze mid-air, as if she had been about to greet him but had overheard his comment.

Michael felt a momentary discomfort, but he knew he had spoken his truth. His stance had always been clear. “Do you need something?”

Dulce slowly withdrew her hand, forcing a smile and shrugging. “Nothing much.

There was a red dragonfly on your shoulder earlier, but it’s gone now.”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and Michael couldn’t help but feel a twist of discomfort. He knew Dulce wasn’t being entirely truthful.

Adults shouldn’t dance around the truth. Directness often cleared the air and prevented misunderstandings.

Taking a deep breath, Michael spoke again, his voice firm but gentle. “Dulce, I’m not interested in you. No matter how much you try, it won’t change anything. I can’t forget my wife. Even though she’s gone, she’ll always be in my heart.”

“Oh, I see,” Dulce replied, her voice unnaturally calm.

Normally, she was vibrant and full of life, yet now she seemed to have retreated into herself.

“Alright,” Michael said, his gaze lingering on Dulce, a hint of guilt flickering behind his words.

Dulce’s eyes were hollow, her voice small. “Can I leave now?”

“I’m not holding you back.”

Dulce turned away, walking with slow, deliberate grace in her high heels, but the tension in her steps betrayed her calm facade.noveldrama

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