Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 866:noveldrama

“Sir, may I help you?” a staff member asked, eyeing him curiously.

“I’m looking for someone.”

“And who might that be?”

“Dulce Lee.”

The staff hesitated, then subtly motioned towards a place with a tilt of his head. Michael followed the direction of his gaze. There she was—Dulce, visibly drunk, caressing a man’s hand while murmuring incoherently.

The man she was touching was the club’s top male escort, his striking features rivaling those of a movie star. He sat with his chin resting on his hand, his demeanor indulgent as he listened to her ramblings.

“Why doesn’t he like me?” Dulce hiccupped, her voice slurring. “You’re nice, but you’re not as handsome as him.”

The male escort pulled his hand away theatrically. “Ouch! After everything I’ve listened to, you’re telling me I’m not good-looking? I’m done. No more.”

Dulce’s eyes widened as she stared at him, offended by his sudden withdrawal. “You’re not bad either.”

The man leaned forward with a playful grin. “So, do you want to take me home tonight? I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

Unfazed, Dulce fumbled in her purse and slapped a card on the table with exaggerated determination. “Alright!”

She tried to stand, taking only a few unsteady steps before colliding into a solid chest.

She tilted her head up, letting out a drunken hiccup as her bleary eyes focused on the man before her.

The resemblance to Michael was uncanny, so much so that she instinctively pushed the male escort aside without a second thought. “Michael, do you think you’re the only one who gets to have a stand-in? I can do it too!”

Before Michael could respond, Dulce grabbed hold of his collar with unsteady hands.

Her gaze, hazy yet intent, roamed his face as she muttered, “How can you look so much like him? Hey, how much would it cost for you to stay with me tonight?”

Michael was well aware that Dulce had had a bit too much to drink, so he didn’t take her words seriously. “It’s costly.”

Dulce patted her chest, her voice tinged with defiance. “Who do you think you’re belittling? I can certainly afford it!”

Michael’s ability to find humor in the situation had faded. Had she been sober, would Dulce really have left with some stranger? “Just because you can afford it, it doesn’t change anything. I’m not just anyone you can take.”

Dulce’s temper flared at his words. Feeling humiliated by Michael was bad enough, but to be demeaned after spending so much here? “I’ll pay you for three days. What’s your price?”

“Three days?” A bitter laugh escaped Michael. “You think you can manage that?”

“My concern is whether you’ll be able to keep up!” she retorted. Leaning closer, Michael whispered, “Just so you know, it’s been quite a while for me.”

Dulce’s face warmed, her cheeks turning a deep red. His voice carried that unmistakable hint of Michael. “And your point?”

“No second thoughts?”

“Only cowards have regrets.”

Michael scooped Dulce up in his arms.

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