Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 945:

She waited, dreading the moment she would be discovered.

Kalel strolled a short distance behind his parents, hands clasped lazily behind his head. Books didn’t interest him much, and as he wandered, his thoughts drifted to how long it would take to make a profit if he opened a library.

Up ahead, his parents chatted with the librarian, but suddenly, their conversation took on an awkward edge.

Curious, Kalel walked over to see what happened, and then he understood.

By the bookshelves, two young people were standing far too close, locked in what appeared to be an intimate moment.

“Uh, please come this way,” the librarian said hastily, clearing her throat. “Sorry about that. It happens occasionally.”

Katherine barely paid attention. She smiled faintly, her hand resting on Shawn’s arm. She’d been young once, too.

Shawn, distracted by a phone call, waved it off as he ended the call, not bothering to look.

Kalel, however, found himself intrigued. He lingered, staring intently at the scene. And then, all at once, realization struck him like lightning.

His eyes widened in utter shock.noveldrama

Wasn’t the girl Aurora?

He didn’t dare to call out. Instead, his gaze bore into the back of the man’s head, his frustration barely contained.

“Kalel! What are you doing? Come here!”

“Mom…”

Katherine grabbed his ear and gave it a firm pinch. “It’s not appropriate for you to watch. Let’s go!”

“But that’s—”

“But what? You want to date? Not for a long time!”

But that was Aurora!

Led by the staff from the embassy, Joelle and Adrian arrived at the rehabilitation center.

As they stood before the door to the ward, Joelle tugged at the sleeve of one of the staff members, halting their entrance.

“What’s wrong, Joelle?” Adrian asked, concern in his voice.

Joelle took a deep breath, her nervous gaze darting to him. “How do I look? Do I seem happy? It’s the first time we’ll see Ryland after all these years. I shouldn’t look like I’m about to cry or something.”

Adrian’s gaze softened with concern. Throughout the trip to the center, Joelle had barely touched her food or gotten any sleep, determined to keep her composure intact when meeting their son.

Instead of succumbing to her emotions, she held herself together, proving not only her strength as a woman but also her resilience as a mother.

“Ryland will be very happy to see you,” Adrian reassured her. Joelle smiled, quickly fixing her face and mustering a cheerful expression before giving a determined nod. She was ready.

As the door creaked open, a lean figure came into view—a young man, barely eighteen.

Clad in a loose white-and-blue hospital gown, Ryland appeared frail. Yet, even after all these years, Joelle recognized him instantly.

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