Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 749:

Fannie was determined not to let that happen. “Look elsewhere. My place is cramped as it is.”

“What scares you so much? I’m exhausted too, so don’t worry— I’m not going to try anything.”

Fannie was so irritated she nearly hurled her slipper at him. “Do you even listen to yourself? Let you in? Only if I’ve completely lost my senses!”

Outside, a heavy silence hung in the air.

Eventually, footsteps echoed once more, this time not alone. “Bobby? Seriously? Are you actually planning to sleep on the floor by the door?”

“Cut the chatter and make the bed. Yes, right here.”

“You’ll end up sick sleeping out here. I even tried to give you my room, and you turned it down.”

“Alright, you stay out here, and I’ll sleep with your girlfriend.”

“Bobby, cut it out.”

“Then quit the silly talk.”noveldrama

Within the room’s walls, Fannie was utterly bewildered. What on earth was that supposed to mean? Was Bobby really spending the night on the floor by her door? Did he intend to cling to her? The noise outside gradually subsided.

Unconvinced and still wary, Fannie secured the safety chain and opened the door just a sliver.

There lay Bobby, right at her doorway, enveloped by a chilling breeze sweeping through the hallway as rain continued to thrash outside.

He was cocooned in a quilt, sneezing intermittently.

The sight rendered Fannie simultaneously furious and at a loss for words. “Really, Bobby, why can’t you sleep with your friend?”

“All my friends are holed up with their girlfriends, or it’s pairs of girls rooming together. So, tell me—who am I supposed to sleep with? I’m not saying nothing will happen—I can’t make that promise.”

Fannie pondered if she was overthinking things. “You bastard.”

Bobby snorted. “Do you honestly believe I’m enjoying myself, stuck here dealing with your endless mood swings? I would have slept in the car if it hadn’t been so suffocating.”

Fannie bit her lip, torn. She couldn’t just let Bobby stay out in the hallway.

She debated internally, second-guessing whether Bobby genuinely had no alternatives.

Her eyes fell on the modest sofa in her room, and her resolve began to soften. “Fine, you can come in, but the sofa’s the only place you’re sleeping.”

With a teasing lift of his brow, Bobby grinned. “Fine by me.”

With an unwavering look, Fannie added, “Call Judie and update her.”

“Why do I need to update her?”

Fannie’s discomfort simmered just below the surface as she mulled over the arrangement with Bobby. It seemed unfair to Judie, and fairness was a line she hesitated to cross. “Unless she says yes, there’s no way I’m letting you in.”

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