Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 958:

“You’re a hidden gem, Lynda. Seriously, next time our department throws a party, you’ve got to perform again. You’re incredible!”

Lynda shyly covered her face with her hands, though her smile peeked through.

“You guys were watching me?”

“Of course! Dunn and I both saw you,” Lionel replied enthusiastically.

Lynda glanced at Dunn. Despite his earlier insistence that he wasn’t interested, he had still ended up here.

“Dunn, what did you think of my dance? Do you think I’ve improved since high school?”

“High school?” Dunn didn’t seem to catch the significance of her question. “Sorry, I never saw you dance back then.”

Lynda’s smile faltered, her expression freezing momentarily. “You don’t remember? I was the solo dancer at every school event for three years.”

Lynda didn’t want to appear desperate, yet admitting that Dunn had never even noticed her felt like a punch to the gut. Even a stranger would remember someone performing a solo dance. She refused to believe that Dunn had no recollection of it at all.

Surely, if nothing else, a decent guy would at least pretend to acknowledge her in front of others. She was gambling on his manners, hoping he’d offer some basic courtesy.

But to her surprise, Dunn took a moment to think before answering, “In high school, I handled the behind-the-scenes stuff for every event. I just didn’t have the time to watch the stage.”

His words were honest—he wasn’t lying. His parents sponsored every event with endless resources, leaving him responsible for managing it all. He was always so buried in work that he barely caught a glimpse of the performances.

The only exception was their senior year, when Aurora entered high school. She played a violin solo at the freshman welcome gala. Dunn had stood backstage, listening to every note with pride swelling in his chest. Aurora, trained under Joelle, had flawless technique, but it was her presence on stage that held him captive—graceful, composed, and serene.

He had always thought that if he could stand by her side, he would be her protector, her knight, making sure the princess shone without a care.

Hearing Dunn’s dismissal of her, Lynda’s smile twisted into something bitter. “You seriously never cared about me?”

Dunn met her gaze, sensing the tension in the air as though she were about to snap. He frowned, puzzled by her reaction.

Lionel, sensing the discomfort, quickly shifted the conversation.

Lynda, for her part, wisely decided to hold her tongue and avoid embarrassing herself further.

Dunn was done with the conversation. He checked the time, then stood up, ready to leave for his dorm and get back to working on his thesis.

Lynda had been right about one thing—there was quite a bit of debate around a section of the thesis. He was so focused on it that time slipped away unnoticed.

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