Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 529

Chapter 529:

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“Don’t worry, you’ll find him. I’ve been keeping a vigilant watch for any updates.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Rafael said, his emotions a tumultuous blend, acutely aware that he hadn’t been present during Joelle’s darkest moments. He always felt a lingering guilt. But Joelle had moved on, harboring no resentment towards Rafael whatsoever.

“Aurora, we should get going.”

“Goodbye.”

Rafael watched them intently until they vanished from sight, unable to tear his gaze away.

“Rafael,” Allie said, enveloping Rafael in her embrace once more, her voice laced with playful banter as she leaned into him. “You don’t have feelings for her anymore, do you?”

Rafael discarded his veneer of politeness, icily retracting his arm. “Don’t touch me.”

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“Why?” Allie stood on tiptoe, playfully tugging at the collar of Rafael’s turtleneck, unveiling a constellation of bite marks beneath. She was pleased with her work.

“You’re mine. I can touch you whenever I want,” she insisted, clinging to Rafael’s arm.

Allie’s talent for clinging was unparalleled. She would cling to Rafael, regardless of how far she was pushed away. Rafael had gleaned from experience that the most effective approach to handling her was to indulge her whims without engaging, for she would inevitably lose interest soon enough.

But today was different.

Allie persistently tugged at his hand, urging it towards her head, much to Rafael’s irritation.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You patted that little girl’s head, so you have to pat mine too!”

“She’s my daughter.”

“So am I,” Allie replied, biting her lip playfully while wearing a knowing smile.

In their intimate moments, she had jokingly called him “Daddy,” infusing their connection with a mischievous flair.

Rafael was frustrated by her audacious shamelessness but felt utterly powerless.

“One pat, and I’ll deduct a million,” she bargained.

To Rafael, a million was as elusive as two hundred billion, for he possessed neither.

Reluctantly, he placed his hand on Allie’s head.

Her hair exuded the delightful scent of peaches and felt incredibly soft to the touch. It was undeniably pleasant.

Rafael patted Allie’s head, much like he had just done with Aurora.

“Is that okay now?”

With her arms spread wide, Allie protested, “It’s not fair! You hugged her. You need to hug me too.”

Rafael frowned in annoyance. Acting childishly was typical for Allie, but now she even seemed to harbor jealousy of Aurora.

“Enough of this. Are we visiting the Eiffel Tower today or not?”

“You’re not being fair!” Allie stamped her foot in frustration.

“Daddy, this isn’t fair!”

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