?<strong>Chapter 777:</strong>


    He closed his eyes, grappling with the emptiness and loneliness that had filled his heart for so long. Fannie stroked his back gently.


    This moment felt like a way for her to repay the debt she owed him.


    It seemed the only way she could return the favor—by being by his side.


    Due to her ankle injury, the doctor had advised Fannie to avoid any strain, so she and Bobby contented themselves with light, but tender, kisses when they got home, lying tangled in bed.


    Time seemed to slow as evening approached. Bobby broke free from another exhrating kiss, leaving Fannie almost breathless. He sputtered against her aching lips, “How about we get married?”


    The surprise overwhelmed Fannie, and she shook her head. “No.”


    Bobby clutched her waist, pulling her close. “Why not? We’re together now. Besides, we’ve been engaged before.”


    “That was before. Things are different now.” Fannie averted her gaze.


    It was all it took for her to hesitate and not rush to the marriage registry office at that moment.


    If she ignored her rational mind, she could absolutely do it. “Do you not like me?” Bobby held her chin and gently turned her face to meet his, his gaze searching and insistent, yet cautious.


    “It’s just too soon for you to be proposing.”


    “I’m not asking you to marry me right away.” Bobby swiped his tongue across his lower lip, observing her closely. “But if you don’t want to, then fine. Anyway, you’re mine in this lifetime.”


    “Don’t be too cocky,” Fannie retorted, pinching his waist. Bobby yelped and pleaded for mercy.


    “Say it, too. That I’m yours.”


    Fannie cursed inwardly, refusing to give in to this flirty man’s charm.


    But Bobby kept asking, determined to hear her say that he was hers. “Say it. That I’m your man. I want to hear you call me that.”


    Fannie stifled augh, holding her ground, and changed the subject. “My ankle hurts.”


    Bobby’s yful smile faded. He moved off her to tend to her ankle. “I’ll massage it for you.”


    He might be a rascal, but he was caring and attentive, especially toward her.


    Watching Bobby hold her ankle with such care nearly took her breath away. It felt like a miracle, a dreame true, for this man to be hers.


    “Will you always be this way?”


    The words slipped out before Fannie could chastise herself for being so vulnerable.


    If Dulce heard it, she’d surely mock her for being spineless.


    But Fannie truly wanted to know howmitted Bobby was to this—if he loved her enough to keep treating her this way in the long run.


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