Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 882:

Together, they nestled in the rocking chair by the window, basking in the post-rain sunset. Dulce wasn’t sure how long this peace would last, but she cherished every moment with Michael, determined to fill their time with happiness and contentment.

Feeling her gaze, Michael looked into her eyes, and a spark of desire ignited between them.

Positioned against the window in a corner of seclusion, shielded by the fence around the house, Dulce knew they were hidden from view. As the golden light warmed her back, she turned to Michael with a kiss. “Are you happy?” she whispered, hoping to replace his solitary, troubled nights with shared joy.

“Yes,” he responded, his voice a murmur of contentment he hadn’t felt in ages.

On the third day of their uninterrupted time, a call from the chief engineer shattered the tranquility.

Her smile faded, a sudden cloud over their sunshine.

Dulce barely touched the lunch Michael had prepared as she hurriedly got dressed and rushed to the design institute.

Michael drove her, his hand gripping hers reassuringly. “Don’t worry, whatever the issue, it’s not your fault.”

The chief engineer’s news was dire—the latest design plans had been leaked, and a rival company was already showcasing a concept model, with a press conference on the horizon. The situation was more critical than they had feared.

Dulce was restless. “I might be cut off from the outside world for the next couple of weeks.”

Following the security breach, the entire design institute was subject to an exhaustive investigation.

Michael nodded in understanding. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not just yet.” Dulce hesitated, then flashed a reassuring smile. “Really, don’t worry about me!”

Michael always marveled at Dulce’s ability to stay positive.

“Alright, then concentrate on what you need to do. We can sort out our things once you’re free.”noveldrama

“Okay!”

At the institute, a tight-knit group of seventy to eighty staff, including thirty key members like Dulce, were rigorously scrutinized. By the first day, all personal communication devices had been seized. By the fifth day, the findings of the investigation were disclosed. Dulce found herself on the list of suspects, yet she remained convinced of her innocence.

Granted a brief opportunity to call home, she contacted Jett. “Jett, is everything alright with Mom and Dad?”

Jett, more concerned for her than anything else, quickly reassured her. “Forget about Mom and Dad, I’ve got it handled. How are things with you? When are you coming back?”

Dulce maintained her upbeat outlook. “I don’t think this will drag on too long. It’s a complex situation that requires some formalities, and we need to finalize the new design within a month.”

Jett was reassured by her words. “I’ve heard the meals aren’t the best there, so just hold on a little longer. When you’re out, I’ll treat you to something really nice.”

Unbeknownst to Jett, Dulce found herself missing the meals Michael used to make.

Restricted to a single phone call, Dulce hadn’t been able to contact Michael, leaving her without the comfort of his voice. Yet, she stayed hopeful, often gazing at the sun from her window, convinced of her imminent freedom.

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