Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 595:

It had been over two weeks since Bobby had been home. This time, he had a clear purpose: to convince his father to reactivate his bank cards.

However, he knew that being direct wouldn’t be effective; he needed to curry favor with his parents first, perhaps by joining them in their preferred pastimes to encourage them to lift the card freeze.

Bobby’s first day back went reasonably well, enough for his father to hand him one hundred thousand dollars.noveldrama

Yet, this amount was trivial compared to the sums Bobby usually squandered at the Flex Club.

The following day, he accompanied his mother on a shopping spree, which impressed his father enough to increase his allowance to one million.

“Dad, why not just reactivate my cards?”

“Okay, but only if you find someone to marry, settle down, and stop your reckless behavior. Then, the company is yours.”

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Bobby reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date.

On the day of the date, he unexpectedly bumped into Fannie.

A realization hit him.

Fannie was everywhere.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“I came to play golf.”

They were at a golf course, making Fannie’s reason quite fitting. Dulce and Jett were there, waiting for her.

“I should get going.” She worried that lingering might reveal too much.

As Fannie started to walk away, Bobby stopped her.

He noticed the charm on her bag and asked, “Isn’t that mine?”

Fannie clutched her small bear charm nervously, which she had carried with her for years.

“Huh? No, it’s not,” she stammered, her gaze darting aside, perhaps covering a secret.

Bobby was here to meet a blind date, after all. The last thing he wanted was to muddy the waters.

Still, Bobby couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity. That little bear nagged at him, as if calling out from a faded memory. He’d seen it before. And he’d seen Fannie too, enough times that he doubted it could all be chalked up to coincidence.

“Are you sure it’s not mine?” Bobby leaned closer, his gaze sharp and intent.

Fannie instinctively backed up, her heels pressing against the pillar behind her.

The grand hall’s glass doors stood wide open, letting the morning sun pour in, warm and gentle.

For the first time, Fannie was so close to Bobby—close enough to notice the subtle scent of soap lingering around him.

“But why do I feel like…” Bobby lifted his hands, resting them on the pillar beside her, trapping her.

In the blur of her peripheral vision, all she saw were his arms, his tall figure casting a shadow that seemed to surround her.

“We’ve known each other a long time, haven’t we?” he asked. Fannie felt her pulse quicken, anticipation mixed with a faint, thrilling unease.

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