Fannie inhaled sharply, a nervous smile tugging at her lips.
âIt feels too soon for that. Weâve only just started dating.â
Jettâs expression softened, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
âDonât you trust me?â
âItâs not about trust,â Fannie said quietly, though her voice wavered slightly.
âThen you donât like me?â Jettâs words came out almost like a plea.
Fannie quickly shook her head, her heart tightening.
âThatâs not the issue.â
Jett paused, his smile fading slightly, the sadness in his eyes growing more evident.
âSo, you like me but arenât ready to marry. Is that it?â
He couldnât help but compare her reaction to their relationship with how quickly she had once been ready to get engaged to Bobby. With him, everything felt slower, more uncertain. Their intimacy had never moved beyond holding hands or occasional hugs, leaving Jett with a nagging insecurity.
âJett, must marriage be the only way to prove I like you?â she asked, her voice firm yet gentle. âWhen we started this, you promised to respect my pace and take things slowly. What changed?â
Fannie and Jett had turned arguing into an art form. Both knew that continuing the argument would only lead to more silence between them.
Jett couldnât stand the thought of days without seeing Fannie, and Fannie couldnât bear Jettâs cold shoulder.
So, they dropped the subject of visiting Jettâs parents.
However, the silence soon became unbearable.
Fannie spoke first, breaking the tension. âI need some fresh air,â she said. Jett nodded but chose not to accompany her.
The place they were at offered more than just private roomsâit had saunas, arcades, card rooms, karaoke rooms, and other entertainment amenities. There were even performances on certain days, and guests could sleep on the floor if they chose to.
Fannie helped herself to some fruit from a plate and chose a seat in the corner, hoping for some quiet time. But her solitude didnât last long. A bustling crowd suddenly swarmed in beside her.
From what she had overheard earlier, a film crew was holding their wrap-up party there. It was the perfect opportunity to spot some celebrities.
Unlike the excited group around her, Fannie wasnât interested.
But the host of the party had sharp eyes and immediately noticed someone.
âOh my goodness! Judie Torres!â the host exclaimed. âWould you like to come up and say hello?â
The crowd turned, and their eyes followed the hostâs gaze, landing on Judie, who stood with Bobby by her side. Both were wearing matching bathroom robes, looking like a couple.
Judie seemed a bit shy, but Bobby wasnât, and he encouraged her to join the host. It was as if the world revolved around just the two of them.
To avoid any awkwardness, Fannie quietly slipped away while everyone elseâs attention was fixed on Judie.
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