?<strong>Chapter 828:</strong>


    Fannie’s voice was serious, filled with concern. “Dulce, I really think if you keep pushing like this, it’s not going to end well. Can you ept that Michael will always have someone else in his heart?”


    “But that person is gone. He has to move on.”


    Fannie hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but before she could, Bobby’s voice interrupted, speaking into the phone. “Dulce, could you call backter? I’m in the middle of something quite intimate with Fifi.”


    Dulce and Fannie were both taken aback by Bobby’s bluntness.


    Dulce quickly apologized multiple times and hung up in a hurry.


    Fannie, clearly annoyed, kicked Bobby, who casually caught her ankle and ced it on his shoulder, making his position even morefortable.


    Once it was all wrapped up, Fannie called Dulce.


    “Is it over?” Dulce asked.


    Fannie flushed at the question, quickly changing the topic. “Do you really like Michael that much?”


    “We always want what we can’t have. Besides, aside from the fact that he’s been married, can you point out any other ws in him?”


    Dulce’s words were firm, determined to push through whatever obstacles stood in her way.


    Fannie sighed, rubbing her forehead as if trying to alleviate the weight of the conversation. “Aurora’s birthday ising up soon. I’ll see if I can bring you along.”


    Dulce chuckled. “Are you going to ask Bobby for help?”


    “Why would I need to ask him?”


    Fannie wanted Dulce to understand her role in all of this.


    Despite Bobby’s carefree persona, he was the one in the lesser position.


    He had once been the charming yboy, but now he found himself more grounded in his rtionship.


    “Then how are you going to get me in?” Dulce asked.


    “Leave it to me,” Fannie responded confidently.


    After she hung up, Bobby wrapped his arms around Fannie’s waist from behind, pressing his bare chest against her back.


    “I heard everything. You’re asking me for help,” he said with a grin.


    Fannie pursed her lips, exhausted from earlier events, but Bobby was clearly still full of energy.


    “Bobby, helping Dulce is also helping Michael.”


    Bobby chuckled in Fannie’s ear, his voice low and teasing. “Fifi, I’m dating you, not here to have a serious conversation. If you want Dulce to meet Michael, you’ll have to take care of me first.”


    He tightened his grip on her hand, his fingers intecing with hers.


    Fannie felt a familiar mix of frustration and amusement as she thought that she’d have to change the sheets again.


    She couldn’t deny that Bobby was a man of his word, though.


    The invitation to Aurora’s birthday arrived at the Lee family’s house.


    Jett grabbed it, his brow furrowing as he stormed into Dulce’s room, his voice heavy with disapproval. “Why are you associating with Joelle and her friends?”


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