When the door of the operating room closed, Raeleigh shut her eyes. Zorion could see Raeleigh from the television screen outside. However, he was still quite surprised to see Raeleigh closing her eyes after entering the room. Deanna pulled Zorion and asked, "Zorion, what's wrong with Raeleigh?" "She's probably tired. She didn't rest on the plane," Zorion pulled Deanna to the opposite side and sat down. As he was taking a break with her, Scarlette paced back and forth. After walking for a while, Scarlette asked Deanna, "I'm going to the washroom. Deanna, do you want to tag along?" In reply, Deanna shook her head and replied, "Go ahead. I'll tag along later." "All right," Scarlette sprinted to the bathroom and made a call to Stuart. "Mr. Jepherson," Stuart, who was waiting for the call, said in greeting. "It's time for her surgery. I'll send you a text message later," Scarlette hung up on the phone, washed her hands, and went outside. Jephe
The ward was spacious enough to accommodate a few people, and each and every one of them had their own beds. Deanna pulled Jepherson past the door. Zorion stood up and stared at Jepherson for a while before asking, "How did you know we were here?" "When there's a will, there's a way," Jepherson did not need to explain himself. He looked at Raeleigh, who was lying on the hospital bed, and asked, "Are you feeling better?" "Yeah," Raeleigh subconsciously glanced at Scarlette and found the latter's face betraying no emotions. Her gaze then settled on Jepherson who was standing opposite her. "Jepherson, you don't know how nasty Quirina acted! Look at how she tortured Raeleigh," Deanna pulled Jepherson toward Raeleigh. He just frowned and turned to look at Zorion, "I'll tell the university about this." "That's your own business. I'm not concerned about it," Zorion turned to one side and sat down, having nothing else to say. Raeleigh lay on the bed and did
The environment in the plastic surgery hospital was excellent, with lights illuminating the night. Raeleigh strolled around for a while. When she turned around, she was taken aback upon seeing Zorion. She asked, "Why are you still following me?" Zorion fixed his eyes on Raeleigh's surprised face through the dim light. He asked, "Oh, is this your territory?" Raeleigh thought for a moment and answered, "I didn't say that." "Since it isn't yours, why can't I walk around as I please?" In Raeleigh's opinion, Zorion's words clearly held malice. Raeleigh turned around and walked to one side. Then, she found a place to sit down, ignoring Zorion. Zorion also seated himself next to Raeleigh, staring in the direction she was looking at. Raeleigh remained silent as she buried her hands inside her pockets, still self-conscious of the state of her right hand. Zorion questioned her, "Didn't you say that you don't care about matters like that?" Rae
Zorion was standing by the door when Raeleigh was pushed out from the operating room. He walked up to her. Feeling a huge burden getting lifted off his chest, the doctor said, "The operation was extremely successful, but there's no more room for accidents. If anything goes wrong, there's nothing else we can do. No amount of money will be useful by then." Zorion acted as if he had not heard them. He lowered his head to watch Raeleigh, bent down, and picked her up. Standing by the side, Scarlette was totally stunned. Busy holding onto the IV drip, Deanna followed Zorion. She had completely forgotten about Scarlette. After a while, Scarlette caught up with them and went to the ward, unsettled. Along the way, Raeleigh kept dozing off. Zorion carried her all the way to the ward and put her down. He covered her with a quilt and hung the IV drip. Deanna followed behind Zorion, asking, "Zorion, why have you suddenly become so affectionate?" Zorion glanced at
When the elevator opened, Jepherson let go of Raeleigh, who was almost out of breath. Jepherson came out of the elevator, his face flushed slightly red. He pulled Raeleigh to a ward downstairs, Stuart hurriedly following after him. When they arrived, Jepherson went in with Raeleigh in tow, and Stuart stood guard by the door. He was afraid that someone would enter and disturb them. As Raeleigh was pushed against the wall, she felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Jepherson pushed Raeleigh's shoulders with both of his hands, his gaze as hungry as a wolf's. She pursed her lips, her little face painted a hue of red. She knew that he had missed the taste of her terribly. If outsiders were to see them, they would think that Jepherson had gone rabid. "You... mmm..." Raeleigh had just begun to speak when Jepherson suddenly kissed her, effectively blocking her mouth. She raised her hands to shove him away. However, with only a bit more force, Jepherson
"I don't need you to teach me. If you continue to act like this, we shouldn't remain a couple any longer. You don't respect me at all," said Raeleigh as she lowered her head. Jepherson gently rubbed her waist with his long hand, making her feel uncomfortable. However, Jepherson was incredibly patient despite her insistence. He looked at her for a while before saying, "If you're breaking up with me because of another man, I will continue to treat you like this." Raeleigh raised her head to look at Jepherson. How did he know what she was going to say? Was he so smart that he could discern her thoughts at a glance? Raeleigh pursed her lips and darted her eyes away without saying another word. Jepherson gently patted Raeleigh's waist and held her in his arms. His desire had ebbed, but he still wanted more of her. He knew that what he felt was not pure lust, but more of a yearning for her. He genuinely had feelings for her, hence the yearning he felt.
When Jepherson sat down, he first greeted Marissa, "Grandma." Marissa was actually satisfied. Back then, Marissa was actually jealous of how Hansen had treated Vivian. However, at her age, she finally understood why it was easier for grandparents to be on good terms with grandchildren. "The Moore family's invitation is here. It's from Johan. How do you want to reply to it? After all, the Moore family is related to your mother. Although we don't get along with each other, we still have to save face. I haven't told your parents about this, so you call the shots." Marissa passed the invitation on the table to Jepherson. He leaned against the sofa, picked up the invitation, and skimmed it. It was a personal invitation from the Moore Family, which meant that the banquet was going to be in full swing. In other words, they had an ulterior motive. Jepherson looked at it for a while and set down the invitation. "Grandma, what are you trying to say?" Jepherson knew
The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, Jepherson arrived at the Moore family's gate. He stepped out of the car and waited at the door for a while. Stuart went to wait for the door to open. When he came back to tell Jepherson, Jepherson followed the butler to Johan's place. Johan was lying on the bed. The filial descendants of the Moore family gathered around him. Under the butler's lead, Jepherson strode into Johan's room. After entering, Jepherson let his gaze run across everyone present. He did not enter but waited for the butler to lead him in. The butler bowed politely and uttered, "Mr. Richards, please follow me." Finally, Jepherson walked to Johan's side. Johan opened his eyes and looked at Jepherson. "You're Jepherson?" "I am." Jepherson's attitude was placid, neither humble nor pushy. Johan eyed him for a moment and exclaimed, "No wonder Quirina has done so many silly things. What a young and handsome man!" Johan coughed twice, as if he was o