Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 591:

“Is it the one you want?”

Bobby glanced inside, confirming the paint was indeed the original.

“Thanks, buddy.”

Jett’s gaze remained steady as he replied, “Fifi’s problem is also mine. If any issues come up later, just let me know. And if you need a new car to get things done, pick one from my place.” It was the first time Bobby had heard anyone call Fannie that.

Just then, Dulce came bounding over, full of energy.

“Jett!”

Jett turned, giving her a brief glance before draping the coat he held over Fannie’s shoulders.

Dulce, carefree as always, didn’t seem to notice this small gesture.

“What are you doing here again?” Jett asked.

Dulce stuck out her tongue playfully and ducked behind Fannie, using her as a shield. She could never quite read Jett’s mind, but she knew he would never be harsh with Fannie.

Bobby felt like an outsider, fading into the background of the scene. He loaded the paint into his car, exchanged a few polite words, and left.

Jett opened the passenger door to his sleek black G-Class.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

As they settled in, Fannie glanced around the car, thinking how perfectly its understated elegance suited Jett’s composed demeanor. No matter what scrapes she and Dulce got themselves into, Jett was always there for them. He’d scold them briefly, but he’d always get them out of trouble.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Fannie asked, “Jett, was that paint expensive?”

“Not really.”

Bobby demanded thirty million for it earlier. It had sounded absurd, but Fannie knew the market value wasn’t far off. Rare things always commanded a high price.

Fannie knew she owed Jett a huge favor.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Dulce chirped. “Jett wasn’t using it anyway.”

As he drove, Jett shook his head with a wry smile, wondering if Dulce would squander everything he owned if he ever passed away.

“Really, don’t worry about it.”

Hearing Jett say that eased the weight on Fannie’s shoulders.noveldrama

“Jett, are you free after work tomorrow? Let me treat you to dinner!”

“I want to go too!” Dulce chimed in enthusiastically.

Jett smiled.

“You two go ahead without me. I have a meeting.”

“Alright then.” Fannie would just have to find another way to repay his kindness.

The following evening, Fannie arrived at the top-floor restaurant of a five-star hotel, ready for their dinner. At the last minute, however, Dulce had canceled due to an unexpected issue. Fannie was about to leave when she saw Bobby arguing with the hotel manager in the lobby.

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