Chapter 596: Chapter 596



“Have we?” She forced a smile.

“Haven’t we?”

Quickly gathering herself, Fannie dropped her gaze, dipped her shoulders, and sidestepped neatly out of his reach.

“Maybe you’re mistaken. I’ve been living abroad for years. Did you meet me before?”

Bobby wasn’t one to remember trivialities, not from years ago, and barely from months ago. “Maybe not,” he murmured.

“Right,” Fannie said, her tone flat and forced.

“We’ve never known each other.”

For some reason, Bobby caught a faint trace of disappointment behind her words.

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“I’m leaving now,” she declared.

“Wait!”

Almost instinctively, Bobby reached out and caught her wrist.

Fannie didn’t flinch, though surprise flashed across her face.

Just then, Dulce and Jett walked over.

“Fifi,” Jett called out, his expression unreadable beneath a white sun hat and polo shirt. Several golf clubs were slung over his shoulder, and he extended a pink club towards Fannie.

“Brought your club. Thought you might need it.”

Fannie eased her wrist from Bobby’s grasp, took the club, and smiled at Jett.

“Thanks, Jett.”

Dulce, watching from the sidelines, kept a keen eye on Bobby’s expression.

From afar, she had noticed how he and Fannie seemed entangled. Was something going on between them?

Dulce knew Fannie had liked Bobby for years, but Bobby’s reputation made him someone to keep an eye on. Dulce and Jett weren’t about to let him get too close.

“Let’s play some golf,” Jett suggested.

“Come on, Fifi.”

“Alright,” Fannie replied, linking arms with Dulce as they moved toward the course.

She risked a backward glance at Bobby, feeling as though there were words unspoken, questions lingering. But he made no move to continue, their eyes never meeting again.

Later, she learned how his blind date went—an encounter so brief it barely counted.

After a cup of coffee, Bobby was already on his way home, leaving the whole process behind with a speed that didn’t give anyone time to react.

The news of his early return sent his mother, Alana Kelly, into a flurry. Feigning weakness, she urged the manicurist to slip out the back door.

When Bobby entered, Alana lay draped on the sofa, a blanket pulled up to her chin, sighing as though the weight of the world pressed upon her.

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