When Jepherson entered the room, Raeleigh was still asleep, but it appeared that her sleep was a restless one. She was sweating profusely. It seemed as though she was being tormented by a nightmare. Jepherson immediately went to her and woke her up. "Raeleigh... Raeleigh..." Jepherson gently called out to Raeleigh. Her eyes opened as she looked right at him. "You're..." "I'm Jepherson. Are you having another bad dream?" Jepherson asked as he wiped the sweat off her face. Raeleigh was panting and quite some time had passed before she finally calmed down. Jepherson wrapped his arms around her, covering her with the quilt. He queried, "What happened? Was it that scary?" Raeleigh shook her head and replied, "It's alright. It's over." "Why is it that you've only been having nightmares recently?" Jepherson kissed Raeleigh at the top of her head. She lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze and asked, "Have you ever gone through a traumatizing experience?" "Of course,
Santiago stopped the car and eyed the Moore family residence. The gates were wide open, meaning that they were expecting guests that day. Otherwise, they would never have left the gate open to allow people to come and go as they wished. As soon as Santiago arrived, he parked his car right in front of the gates. He got out and stood there for a while. When the people on the other side of the gates saw him, they hurriedly went out to stop him. Santiago pushed them away and bellowed, "Where is she?" The Moore family members feared Santiago. He was only 17 years old but he was already driving all over the place, with no one who dared to keep him in line. His parents were not in Capital City and his older brother doted on him. His grandmother did not inquire into his affairs. He was allowed to run rampant on the roads, but if someone offended him or if he got into an accident, what were they to do? "Mr. Santiago, are you sure you've come to the right place? How is it
Elina pointed at Santiago and ordered her servants to drag him out. Santiago refused to move. He lowered his head and looked at Cynthia, saying, "I'm asking you a question. What's going on?" Cynthia blushed. "It's a matchmaking session." Santiago turned around and looked at the father and son opposite him. He strode over and asked, "Who are you two?" "My name is Yitzhak Clark. This is my son, Zsolt Clark, and you are?" "I am Santiago Richards. I have never heard of you, but you don't seem like an ordinary citizen. There is one thing I don't understand." "Please, tell me what it is." As soon as Yitzhak heard Santiago's name, everything became crystal clear to him. Santiago was not a person to be trifled with. Hansen and his wife were currently out of the country, on their honeymoon. Their sons did not have a single worry in the world. Santiago's true purpose was a mystery. "Do you know that Cynthia and I are friends?" Santiago asked. Yousif shot dagge
Cynthia tugged at Santiago's hand and pleaded, "You should leave. Things will get worse if you stay here." "I'll only leave once you're fine. Come, I want to take you to see someone who can help sort this out. We'll ask him if this is your fate." Santiago walked past Flynt, bringing Cynthia towards Johan's quarters. The rest of the Moore family were gossiping outside. However, they were accusing Elina of selling her own daughter for the sake of her own selfish ends, and no one breathed a word about Santiago. Flynt's face was drained of color. He briefly glanced at his parents, Elina and Yousif, who had come out of the room. He then turned around and left. Elina's body trembled as she took two steps back. Her face had turned pale too. Yanora quickly rushed over from behind to prop her mother up. When Yanora first saw Santiago, she was at a loss and stayed in the room, only running out after Flynt and Santiago had left. Elina looked back at Yanora and said,
So what if Santiago was a b*stard? In the end, he was the only one who was willing to help her. But these family members of hers? Although they were her family, they were the ones sending her off to h*ll. Cynthia briefly glanced at Yanora, who was staring at Santiago. She was the one who requested her to agree to the marriage, but why wasn't she saying anything right then? "If you can, then kill me," Johan suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of anger. Santiago looked over and snorted. "Is there a need for me to do that considering your age? Look at your children and grandchildren! If this continues on, then I'm sure that you will die in a fit of rage sooner or later." "Mr. Santiago, I think that's enough. Old Master Johan is already in poor health. Do you think he'll recover if you keep talking like that?" The butler was good at reading the room. He quickly walked over to Santiago and intervened. Santiago lambasted them without any shred of propriety
Santiago led Cynthia to his car after they emerged from the Moore family residence. He drove back to his house first. By then, it was already noon. Santiago was not a fan of how Cynthia was dressed that day. While she looked pretty, it also made her look distant, high above the rest of the world. Hence, he brought Cynthia to the mall to buy her a new outfit. Cynthia tried it on, standing in front of the mirror, and looking at herself from every angle. Although she was not used to wearing clothes like that, she did indeed look more youthful. "Let me see." Santiago eyed Cynthia, who remained standing there. She asked him, "How do I look? Do I look alright? I'm not accustomed to dressing up like this. Do you think these shorts are too short?" Santiago glanced at her shorts and replied, "No, they're not. You should stop wearing high heels. They're bad for your spine. Let's get you some sneakers." Santiago turned around and looked at the shoes displayed nearby.
Raeleigh slept through the night. When she woke up, she realized that she hadn't returned home the previous night. Instead, she was on the top floor of a hotel with Jepherson. He was sprawled beside her naked, with his arms wrapped around her body. A slight dizziness was muddling Raeleigh's mind. She leaned against the bed and tried to collect her thoughts. The day before, they had gone to the office. Jepherson had been extremely busy with a never ending pile of work. They had planned to head out after they were done with the work, but they hadn't had the luxury to do that. Raeleigh had banished all thoughts of leaving the office and stayed behind to help Jepherson with his work. With the two of them working together, they finally finished all that had to be done, but Raeleigh was exhausted by that point. So, Jepherson had brought her to where they were currently. The beauty and romance of the place culminated in them making love again the night before. Raeleigh continued leaning
By the time Jepherson finished his work, the sun had already set. Raeleigh left the office together with him. As they walked, she asked Jepherson, "Your family owns an automobile company and you're the boss. Why do you have so much work to do? Does that mean that your family is involved in other businesses as well?" The corners of Jepherson's mouth lifted in a smile. It was rare for Raeleigh to ask such things, and she had evidently put some thought into it. "Yes, although we are an automobile company, we have other matters to oversee as well. However, those business ventures aren't our main streams of income. We're just dabbling out of interest, basically testing the market. Cars are expensive. For some well-off people, it's a necessary mode of transportation. But due to the expense, not everyone buys more than one car. Of course, the rich can afford as many cars as they like. If they don't like a car, then they can just put it aside. What about ordinary citizens? It may t