Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 823:

Michael’s heart twisted at the sight, and against his better judgment, he followed her.

When he found her crouching in the corner, hugging her knees, Michael’s chest tightened.

He stood there, at a loss for words, feeling an overwhelming mix of guilt and helplessness.

His mind raced back to memories of Lacey, who had also hidden her hurt behind a facade, pretending everything was fine while her heart quietly broke.

“Are you crying?” Michael asked, his voice low.

Dulce shook her head, her voice tight with forced composure. “No.”

Michael stood in silence, unsure of what to say.

Dulce wasn’t Lacey. Should he comfort her the same way he had comforted Lacey?

In the end, he just remained there, rooted to the spot, his heart heavy with indecision.

Dulce straightened up, brushing off the dust and flashing a bright, almost too-perfect smile. “I’m fine! Don’t worry, it’s not like it’s the first day I know you dislike me! I won’t bother you again.”

As she walked past him, Michael lowered his head, his voice filled with reluctant sincerity. “I don’t dislike you.”

Dulce stopped, but Michael added, “But I don’t like you either.” He just didn’t feel anything for her.

Dulce gave Michael a soft, understanding smile. “I understand, Michael. Some people are impossible to forget, and I shouldn’t have tried to challenge your feelings for her. I only hope that someday I meet someone who’s as devoted to me as you are to her.”

Her words were filled with longing, and as she turned to leave, she waved goodbye with a bittersweet smile.

Michael watched her go, feeling a strange heaviness in his chest.

After the break, he thought he’d never see Dulce again, but to his surprise, she reappeared with a confident, almost carefree air, ready to introduce herself right after her mentor’s speech.

Dulce spoke about her field with such ease and conviction, presenting concepts that seemed ahead of her years, innovative for someone so young. Michael glanced at the technician’s notes, where he spotted Dulce’s name written.

The technician, noticing Michael’s gaze, quickly crossed out the name with his pen, his face flushing red as he mumbled, “Sorry, I just wanted to ask her a few questions later.”

Michael pretended not to notice the technician’s flushed face, responding with a simple, indifferent “Hmm.”

The conference was scheduled to last three days, and on the second day, everyone was set to take a bus to visit a base on the outskirts.

Not far from the base, the remnants of a past rocket launcher stretched across several dozen square meters, an impressive sight to behold.

The bus pulled up to an open field, and as Dulce disembarked, Michael heard her cough several times.

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