Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 874:noveldrama

“Never,” Michael said, his tone turning serious. “We only fought over things that mattered—life and death kind of things. I wanted her to live well, to grow old with me, but she never believed she’d make it that far. She refused treatment. No matter how much I begged her, nothing I said could change her mind.”

Michael drove Dulce to her home.

Coincidentally, Jett was just stepping out of his car when he spotted Dulce climbing out of Michael’s vehicle. Jett immediately closed his car door and strode towards her, his expression clouded with irritation.

“Where were you last night?” he demanded, his voice clipped.

Dulce scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “Just around.”

Jett’s frown deepened, his tone stern. “Don’t think that being an adult means you can do whatever you want.”

Embarrassed, Dulce stepped closer and tugged on his sleeve, a low plea. “Jett, stop embarrassing me in public.”

“Then don’t do things that make me have to call you out,” Jett shot back without missing a beat.

“She was with me last night,” Michael interjected as he approached, his expression composed and measured.

Dulce’s eyes widened slightly, thinking he was only making things worse.

Jett’s anger flared as he pulled Dulce protectively to his side. “Do you really think it’s appropriate to spend the entire night with my sister?”

Michael met Jett’s fiery glare with calm resolve, his tone steady and respectful. “I believe your sister is an adult, fully capable of making her own decisions and taking responsibility for them.”

Dulce glanced up nervously at Jett, worried he might lose his temper and start a fight.

Fortunately, Jett maintained his composure, though his voice carried a sharp edge as he issued his warning.

“It’s one thing for her to be responsible for her choices, but it’s another for you to exploit her recklessness. How old are you? And how old is she? My sister may be impulsive, and I’m grateful you’ve helped her recently, but moving forward, I expect you to keep your distance.”

With that, Jett was ready to take Dulce home for a serious discussion. Michael glanced at the passing scenery, his right hand brushing over the lower half of his face as he considered his next move.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do what you’re asking.” He raised his voice slightly, making sure his words were clear. “I’m serious about being with her.”

Jett first looked at Dulce, and seeing that she was also confused, he turned to Michael. “What did you just say?”

“I said I’m serious.” Michael’s tone was steady, unfazed by Jett’s aggressive demeanor. Despite the tension, Michael bore no ill will toward him. “Starting today, I’m going to pursue her.”

Dulce felt her mind spinning, her thoughts already a mess now thrown into complete chaos. “Jett, let’s just go inside first.”

But Jett didn’t budge. In fact, he stepped closer to Michael, his eyes blazing. “I dare you to say that again. You want to pursue her? Who do you think you are?”

Michael held his ground, his gaze unwavering. “She should tell you herself. It’d mean more coming from her.”

Dulce watched the two men intently, the tension between them thick. Michael leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only Jett could hear. Dulce strained to catch the words, but they were too soft.

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