Chapter 675: Chapter 675



“I know you like me.”

“I don’t like you,” Fannie retorted without a moment’s hesitation. What was there to like about a man like him, a womanizer through and through?

Back then, she’d been young and foolish, thinking that being with Bobby—after he had saved her—was somehow a sign of fate.

Some people grew on you the more you got to know them; others, like Bobby, became harder to stomach with every passing moment. If one had to choose between Jett and Bobby, even the most naive would know who to pick.

Bobby’s smile faded.

“You do like me,” he said, certain of it.

Fannie had been infatuated with him for years—carrying his little bear with her everywhere, never dating anyone else, even daring to get engaged to him. Though their first time being intimate had been an accident, she had given herself, body and soul, to him.

Lᴀtｅst chᴀptєrs in g𝑎lnovels.𝒸ο𝑚 “I don’t like you,” Fannie repeated, her voice calm.

Her words, devoid of emotion, hit harder than ever. Bobby’s expression darkened, his frown deepening before he leaned down to kiss her lips. It wasn’t tender, but neither was it brutal. It was merely a punishment for her rejection.

Yet Fannie did nothing to resist. She lay still and unresponsive.

Bobby, burning, wasn’t angry because his desires had gone unmet. It was Fannie’s indifference that stoked the fire. He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His voice was thick with barely restrained fury.

“Who do you like? Think carefully before you answer.”

Fannie didn’t flinch.

“I like Jett.”

Bobby’s laughter came out strangled, dripping with rage.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

With a sharp movement, Bobby shoved himself off her and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. His room was right next to Fannie’s.

With a single phone call, Bobby summoned a bevy of beautiful women to his side. Fannie, lying in her bed, could hear the muffled sounds of their arrival. The walls were thick, but the soundproofing was barely enough to drown out the noise.

“Mr. Kelly, we’re here! No filming tomorrow, so let’s party all night long!”

Fannie shut her eyes, but the bass-heavy music from next door thudded relentlessly through the walls. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning, exhausted and unable to sleep, that she called the front desk to complain.

Ten minutes later, the music abruptly stopped.

“Mr. Kelly, don’t be like that.” Several women giggled together.

Fannie couldn’t help but picture what was going on next door. Bobby was probably doing exactly the same things with those women.

As that thought crossed her mind, she finally drifted into a fitful sleep.

The following day, she accompanied Selma to the film set. Selma yawned repeatedly.

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