âDid you hear that? She feels nothing for you. Stop meddling in her life and ruining her relationship,â Katherine admonished Bobby as soon as he approached. Initially, Katherine had felt that Bobby deserved the challenges he was facing. After all, getting involved with someone elseâs girlfriend and then mocking him seemed like a punishment he had earned.
Shawn clapped a reassuring hand on Bobbyâs shoulder.
âRelax. Your dad hasnât committed any serious crimes. Heâll be free soon.â
But Bobby wasnât focused on his fatherâs legal issues. His mind was set on disrupting Fannieâs relationship with Jett.
âShe may not like me, but that doesnât mean sheâs genuinely fond of Jett.â
Katherine massaged her temples, a sign of her growing frustration.
âLook, my baby could come any time now. If you stress me out again, you know the consequences, Bobby,â Shawn interjected, his patience wearing thin. Bobby shrugged.
âI know.â
As the storm surrounding the Kelly family began to calm, the media shifted its focus to other sensational stories, including the ongoing rumors about Bobby and Judie.
One evening, Fannie crossed paths with Bobby as she was heading out for dinner with a producer. He strolled past her with Judie tucked under his arm, offering Fannie nothing more than a casual nod while chewing gum. The producer commented, âSeems like the rumors about him and Judie might be true. The press has spotted her at his place several times.â
Fannie felt a mix of emotions but was mostly grateful that she hadnât been swayed by Bobbyâs charm in the past. If she had, she would have found herself entangled in the tabloid circus now.
Later that night, after her dinner meeting, Jett arrived to drive her home. Their relationship, though still healing from the incident with Bobbyâs family, was steadily improving.
âYouâre off tomorrow, arenât you?â Jett asked as they headed towards the car.
âYeah, I am,â Fannie replied, massaging her sore heels after a long day.
Jett glanced at her with a warm smile.
âHow about we go for a massage?â
âThat sounds perfect.â
Soon, they were settled in a private room, a comedy flick playing softly as they relaxed under the soothing hands of the masseurs. The atmosphere was peaceful, the tension from the day slowly melting away.
In the midst of their tranquil evening, Jett looked over at Fannie, his tone shifting to something more serious.
âWhy donât you come home with me in a few days?â
Fannie, caught up in the lighthearted movie, was startled by his suggestion.
âWhat?â
Visiting the Lee family used to be about spending time with Dulce, but now it seemed to carry a deeper significance. Jett, holding her hand, looked at her with sincere affection. The flickering colors from the movie danced across his face, giving his expression an almost ethereal quality.
âMy parents have started asking about settling down, about marriage.â
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