His grandma made it?
No wonder she had never seen another one like it anywhere, even after all these years.
What threw her off even more was Bobby himself. Back then, he had been as ruthless as a cold enforcer. Yet, he still carried something handmade by his grandma with him. Fannie bit her lip.
âI found it on the floor.â
âUh-huh!â Bobby chuckled.
âSo, you admit it? I saved you, and you paid me back by taking my stuff?â
Fannie lifted her head, meeting his gaze.
âI admit I was wrong, but I meant to return it. By the time I tried, youâd already been taken away by your parents. And my parents sent me abroad. I only found out your name later, after asking around.â
Bobby twirled a lighter idly, his gaze unreadable.
âWhy did you go looking for me?â
âBecauseâ¦â Fannie hesitated, struggling for the right words.
âI wanted to thank you.â
Bobby took a slow drag on his cigarette, studying her expression with sharp eyes.
She didnât look like she was lying, but he sensed there was more she wasnât saying.
After a pause, he said, âI saved you, and youâve kept my bear all these years. Letâs just say, for now, that you wanted to thank me.â
Fannieâs heart beat wildly as she watched his long fingers flick the cigarette butt to the floor, stamping it out.
No ashtray was in sight; with Katherine pregnant, no one had dared to smoke before.
In a detached tone, Bobby continued, âBut coming back and getting engaged to me? Thatâs a bit too much of a coincidence, donât you think?â
Fannie blinked at his bluntness, feeling like she was facing a completely different person.
Her mind raced, trying to find the right explanation.
She knew Bobby didnât like her.
From the moment their engagement was arranged, he had protested repeatedly, making his stance crystal clear.
At first, Fannie had hoped love would grow over time, but Bobbyâs aloof, flirtatious nature had slowly revealed his true colors.
Dulce was right; she could thank Bobby, but paying him back with her heart had been naive.
All these years, Fannie had remembered him, not knowing if it was gratitude or something more.
But whatever it was, Bobby had read her like an open book. He reached out, placing his hand gently on her head.
âItâd be best if you moved on. Weâre not right for each other.â
Fannie couldnât help but feel a wry smile tug at her lips.
âI just wanted to thank you. Nothing more.â
It was a lie, of course. But at least now, she wasnât daydreaming about marrying Bobby anymore.
After hearing his earlier words, she was even more convinced that walking away was the right choice.
âYeah,â Bobby nodded.
âThatâs more like it. Youâve got a good man around you, much better than me. Iâm not the marrying type, not in this lifetime.â
Fannie wanted to ask why, but instead, what came out was, âA man around me?â
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