Chapter 677: Chapter 677



She sprinted toward him, her hesitation melting as Jett opened his arms. Though a tinge of shyness lingered, she stepped into his embrace.

He ruffled her hair and inhaled her scent.

“Fifi, I’ve missed you.”

“Mm.”

“Did you miss me?”

Fannie nodded.

“I did.”

Jett took her hand and led her out of the airport to the hotel to check in.

Once inside their room, Jett’s restraint evaporated. He cupped her face, his breath warm and uneven.

Their relationship had always been a tug-of-war, each too stubborn to let the other win.

Moments of tenderness were rare—no kisses, and even holding hands was infrequent.

“Fifi.”

Her gaze met his briefly before fluttering away, the warmth in her eyes betraying her affection. The soft light created a warm glow around them.

Knock! Knock!

A sharp knock broke the spell.

“Fannie, open up!” The voice was unmistakable—Bobby!

Fannie gasped. Why couldn’t he just let her be?

Before she could do anything, Bobby was growing impatient outside.

“Come out, Fannie! I’ll give you to the count of three!” Jett’s expression darkened as he moved toward the door, pulling Fannie protectively close.

“You’ve got impeccable timing, huh? Couldn’t wait another minute!” Bobby sneered from the other side.

“A minute? That’s all you need? I think you need to see a doctor.”

Bobby didn’t stop there. With a swift move, he grabbed Fannie’s wrist, attempting to drag her away.

Jett’s grip tightened. “Let her go, Bobby. She’s my girlfriend. Try acting like a human being for once!”

“Girlfriend? So what?” Bobby’s words dripped with arrogance. “I’ve already had her, and you still want her?”

The words hung in the air, sharp and biting.

Fannie’s and Jett’s faces tightened at the mention of that incident. It was a wound neither of them had fully healed, and Bobby’s insistence only made it sting more.

“That day must’ve burned you up inside, huh?”

“Bobby!” Fannie’s voice cracked like a whip. “Enough already!”

Bobby turned to Jett, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. “You heard all that? I can keep going if you want. After all, I’m not the one who looks like a fool.”

Jett clenched his fists. Without another word, he swung at Bobby, his fist connecting with Bobby’s face in a single, powerful strike.

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