Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 932:noveldrama

“You’re tired, aren’t you?”

Dunn glanced at the bottle briefly. It was just water—nothing special. Everyone had one. He accepted it but didn’t drink.

Lynda looked at him thoughtfully and added, “You know, people say university life is easier, but honestly, it feels even harder than the SAT to me. What do you think?”

Dunn didn’t respond. Instead, he stubbed out his cigarette, even though it wasn’t finished. “I’m heading back inside.”

Lynda felt a familiar sting of defeat, one she’d grown used to over time. Still, she called after him, “Dunn, have you heard anything about Dominic Moreno lately?”

Dunn stopped mid-step. “Dominic Moreno?” His sharp memory served him well—he rarely forgot a name. “I’m not familiar with him.”

“Is that so?” Lynda’s expression clouded with a trace of disappointment. “That’s unfortunate. Ever since he broke up with me, I haven’t heard a word about him. I thought maybe you’d know something.”

Dunn’s brow furrowed slightly as he turned to face her fully. “Broke up?”

Lynda met his gaze, her heart thundering in her chest.

“Were you and Dominic together back then?” Dunn asked, his tone more serious now.

Lynda forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “You can’t be serious. Are you telling me you really had no idea? We almost got caught by the head teacher more than once.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying much attention to you in high school. Your name is Lynda Baldwin, right?”

Lynda didn’t answer, her silence loaded with unspoken frustration.

“Sorry.”

Dunn offered a muted apology and departed, leaving Lynda standing alone, her smile stiffening against the brisk wind.

Exhausted from the week’s relentless workload, Dunn managed merely ten hours of sleep across seven days.

As he dragged his exhausted body back to the dorm, the habit of staying up late had dulled his need for rest, leaving him surprisingly alert despite his fatigue.

After showering, he sat on his bed’s edge, cracking open a beer in the dimly lit space, lit only by a desk lamp.

His phone revealed that Addie hadn’t yet apologized. It seemed a visit to her parents might be necessary.

At ten in the evening, Dunn wondered if Aurora was still awake. Deciding to message her, he wrote, “The exam results come out the day after tomorrow. Are you nervous?”

Aurora, brushing Ginger’s fur, felt a surge of excitement upon reading his message.

Despite a week filled with various activities like horseback riding and rock climbing designed to distract her, she couldn’t suppress the urge to contact Dunn.

Love seemed to push her to her emotional limits.

She wanted to share so much with him.

Carefully crafting her response, she replied, “I’m so nervous! My aunt insists on the tradition of eating fortune cookies before the results, but they can’t find any in town. Now, my mom’s considering sourcing them from another city. Could this be a bad omen?”

Dunn replied, “With your excellent grades, you shouldn’t need such superstitions.”

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