Chapter 652: Chapter 652



“You’ve never really come closer to me. Not even a step. If you had, maybe I wouldn’t feel so insecure.”

Fannie felt a pang of sadness at his words. How had she not closed the distance between them? Hastily, she retrieved the gift she had thoughtfully prepared.

“Jett, I had something important to tell you today, but with everything that’s happened, I hesitated.”

Jett looked surprised, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts. He had sensed there was more to her mood.

“What were you about to say? Please, tell me now.”

He reached for her wrist, his grip slightly tighter than usual, his thumb tenderly pressing into her palm.

Before Fannie could continue, a loud crash interrupted them.

gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․com, the heart of storytelling Their car, parked by the roadside, jolted slightly forward.

Jett quickly got out to investigate.

“Sorry, sorry!”

A novice driver had confused the gas pedal for the brake while attempting to park.

Fannie, somewhat superstitious, couldn’t help but feel that the universe was sending a message with tonight’s string of disruptions—it seemed as if she and Jett were not meant to connect today.

The taillights were smashed, but Jett didn’t seem concerned with any damages. He quickly returned to the car.

“Fifi, what was it you were trying to tell me earlier?”

Fannie had already clicked off her seatbelt.

“Let’s talk next time. It’s late, and I should head home.”

Given that her home was just across the street, she didn’t want to impose on Jett any longer.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Jett’s mind, yet he saw it as a sign of their growing closeness.

She aimed to foster only the best moments and feelings between them.

Her cautiousness underscored how much she treasured their bond. Jett reassured himself, nodding.

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He watched as Fannie crossed the street, her silhouette pausing to wave under the glow of the traffic light. Only when her figure had vanished into the shadows of the dark intersection did Jett drive off.

Living alone in a dimly lit apartment block, Fannie lit her path with her phone’s flashlight.

As she did, Bobby’s call came through again.

Curious, she answered, “Bobby, what’s going on?”

Bobby’s voice came through, tinged with annoyance.

“Did you lose your phone? I’ve been calling you repeatedly without an answer.”

“I was tied up with something,” Fannie responded, her tone noncommittal.

That simple “tied up” was open to interpretation.

Bobby skipped further inquiries, cutting to the chase.

“Have you upset someone recently?”

“No,” Fannie replied with a frown.

“Why do you ask?” Bobby’s voice carried a hint of concern.

“Someone was lurking outside the hotel room that day, and there’s some unsettling talk online. Please be more careful.”

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