Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 709

Chapter 709:

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As Fannie turned to leave, Bobby grabbed her wrist.

“Just wait, I’ve got something interesting to show you.”

He guided her past the urinals to a stall, pulling her inside despite her struggles.

In the tight confines of the stall, their bodies unavoidably close, Bobby’s breath warmed Fannie’s face.

Flushed with embarrassment and anger, she demanded, “Is this enough for you? What do you really want?”

“Shh.” Bobby signaled for silence, his ear tilted toward the door.

Though suspicious at first, Fannie began to sense that Bobby might truly have something important to reveal. Her tone softened, tinged with curiosity.

“Why must we discuss this here, of all places?” Fannie whispered, her anxiety growing as the minutes passed.

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As they waited, undisturbed, Bobby replied, “Remember when you claimed Jett was better than me? I intend to prove otherwise.”

“What are you implying?” Fannie’s voice was tight with suspicion.

The sound of high heels clicking on the tile grew louder outside the stall. Instinctively, Bobby placed his hand over Fannie’s mouth, though she was already silent, dreading the thought of being caught in the men’s restroom with him.

The clicking stopped right beside their stall.

Now, another woman was just beyond the thin partition. Confusion clouded Fannie’s mind as she tried to make sense of Bobby’s intentions.

Then, the woman’s voice pierced the silence, speaking on her phone.

“I’m here. Come over.” It was Selma’s voice.

A chill ran down Fannie’s spine. Was Selma seeing someone secretly here? Was this the scenario Bobby had intended to expose?

Fannie stole a glance at Bobby, whose smirk hinted at secrets yet uncovered. His expression seemed to imply that he was in on something she hadn’t yet figured out.

Moments later, footsteps resumed, followed by a knock on the neighboring stall.

Selma’s voice welcomed the newcomer, pulling him inside.

“Come in, it’s safe. Everyone’s watching the fashion show.”

Fannie’s heart raced, and she held her breath, nearly paralyzed by the tension. Her nerves were so taut that she didn’t notice the closeness between her and Bobby until it was too late.

Bobby’s body pressed against her side, his hand covertly sliding towards her waist.

Voices from the neighboring stall filled the air again.

“Why here?”

At the sound, Fannie tensed even more, her thoughts scattering.

Selma, tugging at Jett’s tie, flirted.

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