Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 744:noveldrama

He eventually sat down in front of her, saying, “Hey, Aurora, I heard your mom and dad are having another baby?”

Aurora had no fondness for him, so she chose to stay silent. He persisted, mocking, “They won’t like you anymore once the baby comes!”

Aurora’s grip tightened around her pen, and it clicked loudly as she put it down. “That’s a lie!”

“It’s true! They’ll forget about you!”

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at him, her fists balled up in frustration.

Inside the classroom, a tussle unfolded as Aurora and the little boy grappled fiercely, their battle only ceasing when the teacher intervened, pulling them apart.

Aurora, stubborn, fought against the surge of tears threatening to spill over.

“What happened here? Why are you two fighting?” the teacher asked.

The boy, rubbing a sore spot on his arm, avoided the teacher’s probing eyes, his lips sealed tightly.

Aurora was equally reluctant to recount the harsh words that had ignited their conflict.

Aware of her parents’ deep affection and the imminent arrival of a new sibling, she refrained from adding to their burdens.

“It’s nothing,” Aurora murmured, hastily wiping her tears.

The teacher, though persistent, couldn’t unravel the truth from Aurora’s sealed lips, eventually dismissing the incident as just another instance of kids’ petty disagreements.

Later that day, the boy’s absence was conspicuous.

Through the classroom window, Aurora noticed him in the corridor, crying.

Following him at a distance was Dunn, who was two grades older. His handsome features were marred by a habitual aloofness. He strode past without a glance inside.

The distressed boy entered the classroom and blurted out, “I want to go home!”

Aurora glanced again in the direction Dunn had left, a smile unconsciously forming on her lips.

Fannie boarded a train bound for Crystal Bay, having been invited by a businessman to discuss an intriguing new venture. The project was nestled in Greenfield, a serene mountain village known for its abundant persimmon trees. Encircled by majestic mountains and tranquil waters, the village had become a haven for affluent visitors seeking a peaceful retreat.

In recent years, businessmen had poured investments into the area, sparking the development of various amenities on the mountainside. Upon her arrival, Fannie was comfortably settled in a quaint guesthouse.

From her room, she admired the stunning view of the persimmon groves, their fiery orange fruits dotting the lush greenery.

As evening approached and dinner concluded, the warm-hearted villagers presented her with a bowl of persimmons, freshly rinsed and gleaming under the fading light.

She joined a group of businessmen in the courtyard, their conversation flowing as easily as the crisp evening air. However, the peaceful ambiance was soon disrupted by the harsh screeching of car tires from the nearby hilltop.

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