Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 933:

Aurora, lying in bed, responded, “But gaining admission to the top university isn’t simple. It’s the most prestigious in the country, after all.”

He sent back a sweating emoji, to which she quickly added, “Honestly, I’m just curious to see what fortune cookies taste like.”

Dunn’s lips curved into a soft smile, his damp hair clinging to his forehead as droplets trickled down.

He grabbed a towel, rubbing it through his hair with measured movements.

A memory surfaced—one of the family servants knew how to make fortune cookies.

The next day, Dunn returned home.

Fred had embraced retirement, devoting his mornings to tending the dogs, turtles, clivia, and daisies, while Gracie busied herself in the kitchen.

As Dunn entered the house, Fred eyed him with a teasing smirk. “Well, look who decided to show up. Running out of money already?”

Dunn brushed past him, his expression neutral. “Dad, I haven’t asked for money since I was sixteen.”

Fred let out a low whistle, shaking his head. It still amazed him how the boy who used to trail behind him had grown into such a composed, self-sufficient young man.

“Where’s Mom?” Dunn asked, glancing around.

“In the kitchen, working on your special request. You’ve got her baking fortune cookies with the maid.”

Dunn stepped into the bustling kitchen. The warm aroma of freshly baked fortune cookies filled the room. A neat stack of beautifully wrapped packages sat on the counter.

Gracie looked up, brushing flour off her hands. “Son, who’s getting these cookies? You asked for ten boxes last night and had us working non-stop.”

“Mom, a few of the company’s clients have kids who just finished their SATs. The scores are out tomorrow. I’m delivering these cookies to build goodwill and strengthen connections.” Dunn lied confidently, without a hint of hesitation.

Gracie paused, then nodded in approval. “You’ve got a good head for these things. Your father and I were never great at business, but you seem to have a knack for it. Go ahead and deliver them.”

“Will do.” Dunn picked up a box of cookies, carefully setting it aside. It was for Aurora, and he intended to give it to her himself. But first, there was something else he needed to handle.

The meeting with Addie’s parents was set to take place at an upscale club.

On the first floor, a live singing performance set the tone for casual elegance, while the second floor was reserved for special guests.

The Lewis family was wealthy, but even among the rich, there were levels. Not everyone came to this club, and fewer gained access to the second floor.

Addie’s parents had been there before, but it wasn’t a privilege they could claim at will.

Dunn, on the other hand, had taken charge of the Finch family over the years, steering it toward remarkable success in the pharmaceutical industry. The old ways were long gone, replaced by the vision he brought to the table. At just twenty years old, his reputation preceded him.

Understandably, Addie’s parents felt nervous about meeting him. When Dunn arrived, his sharp suit and the effortless way he poured wine gave him the air of someone much older and more experienced.

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