Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 881:

“Michael, look at me. Who do you see standing before you?”

Michael seemed lost in a momentary haze. For an instant, he saw Lacey in front of him instead of Dulce. As his hand reached out and gently touched Dulce’s chin, reality pierced through his reverie like a bubble popping. Dulce met his gaze, yet Michael was visibly unsettled.

He envisioned Lacey bidding farewell with a smile as she turned to leave. The poignant realization struck him—the more he longed for something, the further it slipped away. He couldn’t bear the thought of another loss.

“Dulce.” Michael spoke, his voice laden with the resolve to move on with his life.

Feeling a surge of comfort and connection, Dulce stood abruptly, letting the blanket fall away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

Michael responded by pulling her closer, his hands securing her waist as he deepened the kiss, as if trying to meld her into his very essence. Their breathing was choppy and desperate as they clung to one another, momentarily breaking the kiss to catch quick breaths. With his experience, Michael soon took control, his presence commanding as he pinned her beneath him.

As the dawn light filtered through, Dulce could see Michael’s face clearly. He was usually a man of restraint, but his passion was fiery when unleashed.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Michael gazed at her with intense fervor, his movements becoming clumsy as he fumbled with his zipper.

Dulce, overwhelmed by the intensity, suddenly pulled away, gasping, “Wait!”

She turned her head aside, struggling to breathe, the brisk morning air chilling the space between them as they paused.noveldrama

The day was far from perfect. What had begun as a morning with clear skies soon gave way to clouds. Just after six, a light rain started, its droplets tapping rhythmically against the window, growing heavier over time and casting a soothing, lethargic spell over the room.

It felt as though even the weather wanted to keep Dulce confined with Michael. Trapped, she was left to confront the emotions she had awakened.

Amid the calming sound of rain, a sense of closeness enveloped them. “Dulce, just relax. If it gets too much, you can bite me. Alright, I’ll stay still. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

The rain ceased eventually, but Michael did not.

Dulce slept deeply into the afternoon, stirred only by Michael nudging her awake.

“Have something to eat.”

Wrapped in a blanket, Dulce barely opened her eyes, murmuring, “I just want to sleep.”

“Eat now, then rest more. You’ve barely eaten today.”

Knowing the energy they had expended, Michael understood the necessity of nourishment. He brought a meal to her bedside, spoon-feeding Dulce as she lay with her eyes still shut.

After a few bites, a soft laugh escaped her, the simplicity of the moment breaking through the earlier intensity. She felt cherished, handled with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

“Are you full?” Michael inquired.

Dulce nodded, her lethargy fading as the evening light began to pierce the clouds.

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