By the time Jenna arrived, Raeleigh was about to fall asleep to the curses still being spewed outside. Jenna fretted anxiously, but she couldn't just manhandle her mother-in-law away from the Green Jade Garden. She tried to persuade Marissa away with sweet words to no avail. In the end, she had to wait for Trevor to come and forced Marissa to return. When a voice came through the door that sounded like Jenna, Raeleigh cracked it open, and true enough, Jenna was on the other side. "Raeleigh, how are you?" Jenna took Raeleigh's hands in concern. Raeleigh smiled in response, "I'm fine, I was just about to fall asleep." Jenna was dumbfounded, disbelief on her face. What did this child say? Almost fell asleep? Jenna looked at Xanthus, who stood to the side as they conversed. Xanthus's expression was extremely terrible as he commented nonchalantly, "I really didn't expect that the Matriarch of the Richards family could have such words coming out of her mouth. It reall
Jenna refused to open the door from start to finish. Time ticked by for who knows how long and when everyone should be asleep, she heard the door being pushed open from the outside. Hansen entered the room and put down the key in his hand. He ordered the servants to return before he shut the door and headed for Jenna and their son. At this time, Jenna had woken up as she blinked open her eyes. Noticing someone coming over, she slowly propped her body up on one side while she rubbed the sleep away from her face. Hansen stood next to the bed and said, "You're getting more and more bold, you even dare to lock me out?" Jenna sat up in silence. Her face was so blank that no one could discern any form of expression from it. Hansen started to unbutton his clothes, his coat tossed to one side. Jenna watched him and asked in a strange tone, "You're not going back tonight?" "Are you kidding me? This place is mine, where am I supposed to return to?" Jenna
"He left this behind for you before he left." The dean took out a small booklet left by Lamarre and handed it over to Jepherson, who stood in front of Lamarre's tombstone. Jepherson took it and just said, "Thank you." The dean smiled and glanced at the person's image on the tombstone. Perhaps they would meet again in the next life. He was the strongest and most indifferent man she had ever seen. The dean, a woman in her thirties, turned to leave after she had handed the item over to him. Her figure cut through the rain with an umbrella in hand as she headed towards her car by herself. At a sudden thought, the aforementioned woman turned to look at Jepherson and asked, "There are still some things in Mr. Lee's ward. Do you need my help to pack it up?" "No need. I will pack it myself later." Jepherson held his own umbrella, his eyes fixed on the booklet in his hand as the pitter-patter of raindrops sounded out from around him. This was an autumn
Three years later. Jepherson came out of the Osteen's family manor with a dark look on his face. Jared, who had stood by the door, didn't even need to ask. This time was a failure as well, and they've been trying for three years already. Even if the person had died, it had been three whole years. In the end, their search had spanned for that long and still they heard not one peep from her. Fortunately, he continued to spare no effort in his search for her. It wasn't like Jared knew Jepherson for only a day or two. The day they met was also due to the fact he had been searching for someone. Previously it was the sister, and now it was the wife. The previous lifetime was all for the lover in the previous life, this lifetime was now all for the lover in the afterlife! Jared headed for the other side of the car and opened the door. Jepherson glanced at him, stepped up and bent down to get inside. They then headed straight for the airport. The car s
The wind whistled through her ears as Raeleigh waited a long while for his response. She finally couldn't help but add, "Mr. Richards, do you have some unfinished business to attend to? If so, we can talk at a later time." Jepherson gritted his teeth. "What business does Miss Anson have with me?" Raeleigh stiffened for a moment before she relaxed and said, "I came here for Cynthia Moore." Jepherson laughed. "I don't know this person." "......" Raeleigh's fair countenance was now brushed up with makeup. Every time she had to go out, she would apply a light layer upon her face, not too much, just enough. After all, things were different from before when she was just a college student. It was normal not to put makeup then, but in this society, makeup was also a form of knowledge that one must pick up eventually. A person's face was the key to their first impression, it was impossible to leave it unadorned. However, when Jepherson looked upon
The moment the door was shut, Raeleigh suddenly quieted down, aware that something wasn't right. Then the gentle sound of the car being locked was heard and Raeleigh twisted her gaze to the front of the car, her face pale. Jepherson's hand trailed up to the inside of her skirt but was pressed down by Raeleigh's hand to stop him. She looked at him, her face flushed and her heart racing as she murmured, "You can't do this." "Why not?" At his question, Raeleigh swallowed but pushed forth, "You can't do this. I already have a husband." Jepherson's body jolted in shock and recalled that their divorce papers had already gone through. He grinded his teeth together, unable to calm his turbulent heart. "Say it again." Raeleigh tried to appease him, "I have my own life. Don't be like this." "What's his name?" Jepherson's eyes darkened. He stared avidly at Raeleigh's dainty face that was now flushed red from their previous activities, so red it seemed tha
"Mmph..." Raeleigh made a sound as she was kissed to the point of pain. Only then did Jepherson slowly let her go, his heart thumped at the sight of her teary face. He took his hands from underneath her skirt, twisted his body aside and let out a breath. He then loosened his collar, took off his coat, tossed it carelessly to the ground and strode off in the direction of the bathroom, Raeleigh's handbag taken with him. Raeleigh watched as the lounge door shut behind his back and went to pick up Jepherson's coat. She shuffled over to the bed, put his clothes down and turned around to study the inside of the room. Nothing had changed compared to when she was here three years ago. Jepherson stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of purple pajamas as she studied the room. Raeleigh asked, "How is Santiago?" "Won't you care about anyone else other than Santiago?" he countered. "You seem to live here all the time, so who is taking care of him?" Je
They couldn't find her no matter where they looked. It wasn't until her parents mentioned that Jepherson came by that it dawned on her as to why Cynthia had disappeared. Xanthus didn't want her to go, but if she did not come in person, Jepherson wouldn't release her. She had to compromise. She travelled back directly from abroad without rest and even concealed this matter from Xanthus. Raeleigh shut her eyes. In truth, all that happened had always foreshadowed this moment. She was just too careless this time. Bit by bit, the room grew quiet. Whether it be Raeleigh or Jepherson, only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Occasionally, Raeleigh could hear the wind from outside and knew the sound to be that of the wind hitting against the windowpane. Therefore, she was not worried. She was more worried as to when the people around her would come back and cling to her again. With that notion stuck in her mind, Raeleigh didn't sleep for the r