Chapter 751: Chapter 751



“You even encouraged Jett to woo me,” she pointed out, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

The vulnerability in her gaze was something Bobby knew would haunt him forever.

He tenderly kissed her forehead. “My mistake.”

Fannie averted her face, her voice steady yet cold. “I know what you’re trying to do, but I’m not letting you have your way. If you’re that desperate, go find someone else.”

Bobby was slightly irritated as he questioned, “Who should I go find?”

Fannie raised an eyebrow, giving Bobby a skeptical look. “With your friends here with their girlfriends, surely you aren’t alone, right?”

Bobby retorted with a hint of irony, “What sort of person do you take me for?”

“Quite a terrible one.”

As Bobby chuckled, he leaned closer to Fannie and began to loosen his jacket. “I’ve mentioned this before—don’t make judgments based on hearsay. Sure, I was a bit of a player, but I’m not as bad as you imagine.”

Fannie eyed his movements, a surge of panic rising within her. “Why are you undressing?”

“What do you think?” Bobby captured her hands in his, their fingers entwining. “There’s no getting away now. Let’s just savor this moment,” he added, pressing his case as the only logical conclusion.

Despite herself, Fannie found her resistance waning. “Do you seriously have nothing going on with Judie?”

“No. You’ve always been my one and only.” Bobby sealed his words with a kiss that slowly coaxed Fannie’s heart open.

From initial tension to blossoming enjoyment, Fannie gradually relaxed, her eyes closing as their breaths intertwined, carrying them on a wave of bliss that resonated with the rhythmic patter of rain outside.

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s﹒𝓬𝗈𝗺, the heart of fiction The room’s poor soundproofing soon drove them to seek refuge in the bathroom, where the rush of the faucet seemed to transport them to a secluded world.

Clutching Bobby’s neck, Fannie reveled in a sensation that mirrored the exhilarating weightlessness of a motorcycle leaping off a cliff, her mind clearing of all but the joy of the moment.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Fannie abruptly opened her eyes, her heart skipping a beat when she realized she was resting on Bobby’s arm.

“What? Not quite accustomed to this?” Bobby teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Fannie’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, reminiscent of the blush that had painted her face the night before. She was at a loss for words and hastily sat up to get dressed.

Bobby, however, extended his long arm, pulling her back towards him and wrapping the blanket around them both. “So, what does this make us now?” Fannie didn’t expect Bobby to ask this.

Weren’t they supposed to go their separate ways after last night? Noticing her hesitation, Bobby rolled her beneath him, pinning her on the bed. “Trying to dodge the question, are we?”

“Then what are we?”

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