Rossie and Zorion eyeballed each other when they saw Santiago kiss Raeleigh. Then, Santiago got out of bed, picked Raeleigh up and walked out. Rossie turned around and followed him. She asked Zorion, "Isn't their relationship a bit, uh, I don't know questionable?" Zorion's eyes were deep. "Tell me one that isn't." Rossie was stunned for a moment before she turned to look at Zorion. "Why are you speaking in riddles?" "No reason." After that, Zorion followed them outside, with Rossie at his heels. No sooner had Raeleigh arrived at the emergency room than the doctor performed a brief examination on her. The doctor did not ask Santiago to leave because he had already come into close contact with Raeleigh. Santiago remained by Raeleigh's side after she was transferred to the isolation ward. Raeleigh's fever gradually subsided after the doctor gave her an injection. However, she still felt slightly uncomfortable. She would murmur and toss around from time to ti
Raeleigh did not have dinner. Santiago hadn't prepared any food anyway. The doctor gave Raeleigh a nutrient injection, which was enough to stop Raeleigh from feeling hungry. Raeleigh felt like using the washroom after drinking some water. Thus, she got out of bed and walked in the direction of the washroom. After she had barely taken a few steps, Santiago went up to her and carried her into the bathroom. Caught off-guard, Raeleigh stood inside, stunned. She looked at Santiago across the threshold. His stubble had grown over the past two days. He said, "I'll wait for you outside." Raeleigh said nothing. There was nothing to say. Raeleigh closed the door and stayed inside for a while. That was the only place she did not have to see Santiago. A few moments later, Santiago knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" Santiago pushed the door open and entered the bathroom even before Raeleigh answered him. When Santiago saw that Raeleigh had washed her han
Jepherson stood in the corridor, casting a glance down it to look for Santiago. He then closed the door behind him and went in search of his brother. He searched the entire corridor but still saw no sign of Santiago. Soon after, he went back into Raeleigh's room and told her that he was nowhere to be found. Raeleigh said, "I swear I saw him." "Perhaps you mistook someone else for him." Raeleigh did not speak. She looked over Jepherson's shoulder in the direction of the door. She wondered whether that really was the case. Jepherson walked to Raeleigh and said, "I'll call Santiago in a bit. You're a patient, so you should rest up. Just rest." Raeleigh lay down and did as she was told. Jepherson telling her that she had probably seen someone else instead of Santiago meant that he wanted to drop the topic. Raeleigh accepted that. After Raeleigh fell asleep, Jepherson got up again and went out the door. He checked the corridor once again. There was indeed no on
Santiago stood behind Jepherson. The very sight of Flynt ticked him off. Jepherson walked up to Flynt and stood in the courtyard, observing the place. He said with his hands clasped behind his back, "This place is nice. There are a lot of people who would love to have a place like this to recuperate." At that time, Flynt's subordinates emerged from the house. Flynt glanced at the closed courtyard door and looked towards Jepherson. "You guys have gone too far. I didn't offend you guys in any way. That day, I just so happened to pass by the hospital. I stayed back with Raeleigh to give a deposition. We sat and talked for a bit. Then, your brother just came up to me and punched me. He even pushed Raeleigh. Why don't you ask your brother what happened? Why did you have to come here to look for me?" Jepherson laughed, amused. "Your showing up is what really strikes me as odd. Flynt, do you want to know where I threw your arm after I got my subordinates to hack it off?"
"Santiago bought the fruits," Jepherson said as he took off his coat and put it aside. Santiago entered the room and glanced at Raeleigh before taking a seat. He did not seem like he was going to apologize to her at all. Raeleigh glanced at Santiago. "What? Is this his way of apologizing?" "I guess. How would you like him to apologize?" Jepherson asked. Raeleigh replied, "I want him to promise that he will never hit me again. He is not allowed to lay his hands on me nor scream at me for no reason." Jepherson turned to look at Santiago, who then said, "Flynt is up to no good. He's just trying to come up with ways to approach you, don't you know that? Why are you blaming me for what happened?" "So, what you're saying is that you're not in the wrong?" Jepherson questioned. Santiago hesitated for a moment before replying, "No." "So, you're a hypocrite now?" Jepherson picked up an apple and took it to the washroom sink to wash it. Raeleigh watched as Jepherson
Santiago put his empty plate aside and took a tissue to clean his mouth with. The other stylist did not dare to speak to him. Everyone knew what his temper was like. He was like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. No one dared to offend him. The stylist in charge of Raeleigh hurried over to Santiago. She latched onto Santiago's arm with one hand and patted his chest with the other. "Mr. Santiago, I misspoke. You shouldn't bother yourself with people like me." "That's enough from you." Santiago gave the stylist a scornful glance. The stylist hurriedly went on, "I'm sorry, I forgot myself. It must be because I'm too used to dealing with the other customers." Santiago did not reply. He strode towards the dressing room. After entering the room, he sat down on his seat. His stylist helped him put a face mask on. When Raeleigh came back and saw Santiago with the face mask on, she found the sight quite amusing. A tall, strong man like him with s
Everyone's jaw dropped when Raeleigh came out from the changing room looking like a queen. "Wow!" The other stylists came in to see her. Raeleigh hurriedly placed a hand over her chest to cover her cleavage. The stylists stared blankly at Raeleigh. Suddenly, someone said, "Wow, how beautiful." Santiago, who was standing outside, said, "Get her another dress, one without a fishtail." "Mr. Santiago, this is the most beautiful dress we have. I can guarantee you that Miss Raeleigh will be the center of attention tonight." Santiago turned around and asked, "Who's the one calling the shots?" The stylist was caught off guard and took two steps backwards. "You are, but we're pressed for time. We don't have much time to make changes to the dress." Santiago stared at them. "Are you saying you're not willing to get it ready?" "Mr. Santiago, this dress took days of work from six designers to put it together. No matter how good we are, we will n
Raeleigh looked at the stylist. "Are all of you very afraid of Mr. Santiago?" "Mr. Santiago isn't as reasonable as Mr. Jepherson. He talks with his fists. If he isn't happy, he will hit us. I fractured my hand once because of him." The stylist smiled as he spoke. Raeleigh asked curiously, "You fractured your hand yet you're still smiling about it? Aren't you angry at all?" "Though Mr. Santiago is not unreasonable, he doesn't talk through problems like Mr. Jepherson. Mr. Jepherson will never get physical while Mr. Santiago is the exact opposite. If he can solve his problems with his fists, he won't talk it out." "In fact, Mr. Santiago is a good person. It's just that he's got quite the temper at times, and it's not something he can control." "As long as we don't anger Mr. Santiago, then nothing will happen." "Are you saying this because you work for him?" Raeleigh looked at the stylist strangely. She was surprised that the stylist was still defending