Chapter 665: Chapter 665



Bobby’s lips twisted into a knowing smirk.

“Don’t worry, I told you I’d handle it.”

A cold dread squeezed Fannie’s heart. She didn’t need his promises of handling it. Who did Bobby think he was, really? Did he see himself as some flawed hero?

Why, after all his unpredictable actions, should she suddenly let him steer her life with his so-called assurances?

Fannie stood abruptly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

“Since Mr. Kelly isn’t here for work discussions, I see no reason for me to stay.”

“Hey! Fannie!” Bobby called out.

Without a word, Fannie slammed the door behind her as she left.

Once home, too mortified to face a pharmacist, she ordered a pregnancy test online. After a hot shower, she sat anxiously on the edge of the toilet seat, waiting.

Fortunately, the test was negative, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Expecting the delivery, Fannie was surprised to find Jett standing there instead.

“Fifi,” he greeted her, his tone heavy with regret.

Fannie had felt let down by Jett’s uncharacteristic outburst earlier that day. It had frightened her, revealing a side of him she hadn’t known.

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly.

“It’s okay,” Fannie replied, stepping aside to let him in.

Once inside, Jett gently took her hand.

“Can we make up? I’ve had time to think, and I realize I overreacted. It won’t happen again.”

Fannie hadn’t planned on a prolonged conflict with Jett. His sincere apology eased her concerns, opening a path for reconciliation.

“It’s really okay. You must be hungry, right? I’ve ordered some food. Let’s eat together.”

“Okay,” Jett agreed, his relief palpable.

Shortly after, the delivery arrived.

Jett excused himself to wash up in the bathroom. In her momentary distraction, Fannie had left the half-used pregnancy test kit by the sink.

Curious, Jett picked it up and studied the packaging, trying to decipher its purpose.

Jett prided himself on his tolerance, a trait he believed few men possessed. Even if roles were reversed, he doubted Bobby would have been able to maintain the same composure. With a flick of his wrist, he crumpled the box and tossed it into the trash.

When he emerged from the bathroom, his expression was carefully neutral.

“Fifi, I saw the test. What was the result?” he asked, his voice steady.

Fannie felt a touch of discomfort and replied, “Not pregnant.”

“Hmm. That’s good to hear.”

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