Chapter 723: Chapter 723



“And why wouldn’t it be?” Bobby propped his chin on his hand, his gaze lingering on her. “I owe Selma thanks, you know.”

“For what?” she asked, her tone skeptical.

“You’re not aware? We ended up sleeping together because of her.”

Fannie mulled over his words with a grave sense of realization. “Are you suggesting that she orchestrated my kidnapping as well?”

Bobby chuckled at her apparent disbelief. “You’re incredibly naive. She’s deceived you, yet here you are, still helping her.”

“Enough with calling me naive,” Fannie snapped. “I just have poor judgment.”

“Clearly,” Bobby agreed with a nod, an understanding smile touching his lips. “No surprise you were duped by Jett.”

“And by you as well.”

Bobby paused, considering her words, and had to admit she had a point.

Fannie glanced over at Judie. “Take her to the room. I’m exhausted and need some rest.”

She stood and made her way back to her bedroom.

After freshening up, Fannie settled into bed, her ears attuned to the noises drifting in from outside. Meanwhile, Bobby carried Judie to the guest room, closing the door behind him.

His footsteps approached Fannie’s room, and just as she tossed restlessly in bed, a knock echoed on her door.

“What is it now?” she called out, irritation lacing her tone.

“Do you have any extra toiletries?”

Exhaling deeply, Fannie retrieved some disposable toiletries from her bathroom. As she cracked the door to hand them over, Bobby forcefully wedged his foot in the opening. Before Fannie could react, his hand clamped over her mouth.

“Shh, don’t make a sound.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. Judie was right next door, and Bobby’s audacity shocked her. She shoved him hard. “Get out!”

“Fifi, I want to stay with you tonight.”

“In your dreams!”

The sight of her genuine fury seemed to ignite something in Bobby, heightening his excitement. “Then I’ll have my dream in your bed.”

Stripping off his clothes with casual ease, he jumped onto Fannie’s bed without hesitation. This madman had just invaded her sanctuary.

Fannie fretted over the potential uproar. The last thing she needed was for Judie to wake and witness this spectacle. She edged closer to Bobby, her voice a hushed plea. “Bobby, Judie likes you. She’s a kind soul. You shouldn’t betray her trust like this. We’re over.”

But Bobby was undeterred. He pulled her down beside him, encircling her waist from behind. “Relax, she’ll sleep through the night after a few drinks. She’ll never know.”

His persistence slowly chipped away at Fannie’s defenses. “But—”

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