Chapter 639:
Before she could say more, two honks blared from the driveway. Dulce had arrived to save her, just as Fannie had planned, and the timing was perfect.
“Jett! Mom’s waiting for you at home—dinner time!” Jett exhaled and nodded, understanding the cue.
“Alright, Fifi, I won’t push you. If you need time, I’ll give it to you. And I’ll talk to your parents so they won’t hassle you.” With that, he walked to his car and drove off.
As his car passed Dulce’s, she rolled down her window with an awkward grin.
“Hope I didn’t interrupt anything! If I did, my bad.”
Jett gave her a warning look. “Dulce, you’re Fifi’s best friend, and my little sister. I’m counting on you.”
The playful grin faded from Dulce’s face as a shiver ran through her. She’d spent her whole life making trouble and leaning on Jett to bail her out. Whenever she wanted something, she would beg Jett to get it for her. When had he ever asked her for help?
Dulce was caught between feeling flattered and uneasy.
Once Jett was gone, Dulce rushed over to Fannie, her eyes wide. “Girl, I think he’s serious this time! I’m totally stuck in the middle here. Help me out, or I might get kicked out of the house!”
Watching Jett’s car disappear down the road, Fannie sighed. “Let’s just see how it goes.”
She couldn’t deny that Jett’s words about taking things slow didn’t sound so bad. He was a good person, after all, and maybe they could end up like Katherine and Shawn.
That evening, at a small bar downtown, Bobby nursed a drink. Beside him sat a tiny, worn teddy bear.
“Hey, Bobby, who gave you the bear? Another secret admirer?” A friend, noticing the toy, raised an eyebrow.
Bobby set down his glass, grabbing the bear protectively. “Don’t touch it with your grimy hands.”
“Oh, come on! It’s just a little thing, and you’re treating it like it’s some kind of treasure.”noveldrama
“Little thing? It’s not.” Bobby stared at the bear, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Wait a minute. Isn’t that the same one Fannie always carries around?”
Bobby’s friends started teasing him, but he frowned. “Who said it was hers? This has always been mine! My grandma made it for me.”
The laughter died down. Everyone knew that Bobby had been raised by his grandmother and that she’d been a central figure in his life. Even though she was long gone, her influence remained deeply embedded in him. They stopped poking fun, respecting the moment.
Bobby took another sip of his drink. Not long after, he got a call from home, summoning him back. That night, a serious meeting took place.
His father didn’t mince words as he slammed the table. “Now that Katherine’s married, you can’t use her as an excuse anymore! Starting tomorrow, you’ll meet three potential partners a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We’re settling this marriage business within the week!”
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