Chapter 651: Chapter 651



“Then why is everyone on Twitter pairing you two up? Did you know each other before? How else would that teddy bear end up with her?” another friend chimed in, pushing Bobby’s buttons.

“Enough!” Bobby’s frustration was evident. “I barely know her. Quit making up stories.”

He had thought the lawyer’s letter was a smart move. They were never supposed to cross paths, so avoiding complications was the best course of action.

If Fannie hadn’t made things clear, Bobby had even considered asking her for compensation. How could she exploit his fame for free?

“Who snapped those photos? They’re surprisingly high quality,” his friend teased again.

Hearing this, Bobby recalled the odd feeling he’d had as he left the hotel. It was normal for him to be under constant media surveillance, but he couldn’t understand how the paparazzi had uncovered details about his past with Fannie, especially the teddy bear—only someone close to him would know about that.

As he glanced around the room, it became clear that while his friends enjoyed teasing him, none of them were the type to leak stories to the press. His real adversaries were the ones who would fabricate scandals about secret children to tarnish his name.

That left only one likely source—someone who disliked Fannie.

Meanwhile, as Jett drove Fannie home, her phone began to ring. It was Bobby.

She glanced at Jett, feeling a twinge of guilt, but couldn’t quite pinpoint why. She just knew she didn’t want Bobby’s call to complicate things with Jett any further.

“Why aren’t you answering?” Jett asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

“It’s not important,” Fannie replied quickly.

“Who’s calling?” Jett pressed.

“No one important,” she said, but Jett’s irritation was palpable tonight. He braked sharply.

“Fifi, just show me,” Jett demanded, his patience wearing thin.

“Trust me, it’s really no one.”

Jett didn’t grab the phone but instead fixed her with a silent, penetrating look. He stared at her for several tense seconds before exhaling deeply.

“Was that Bobby?”

Fannie’s heart sank. At that moment, she realized the harsh reality—never lie unless she could execute it flawlessly, or better yet, avoid lying altogether.

“Sorry, I was afraid you’d be upset.”

Jett’s response was quiet but sharp. “Do you think I’m not upset now?”

Fannie felt overwhelmed.

“Jett…”

“Fifi, I can feel that you’re always careful around me,” Jett said earnestly.

“Am I?”

Jett, one hand on the steering wheel, appeared slightly wounded.

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