Semua Bab Getting my ex-wife back: Bab 1161 - Bab 1170

Raeleigh sat outside the ward. Deanna had undergone the examination, and she appeared to be alright. It was just that she had been weeping while holding Zorion's hand since she woke up, as if she had suffered a great grievance and death was beckoning to her. It wasn't until then that Raeleigh found out Zorion was accompanied by a girl named Rossie. She looked pretty and elegant in her dress. She just sat there quietly without saying a word or looking at anyone. Her bright, big eyes were like the stars and the moon, twinkling with a unique charm. While Zorion was keeping Deanna company in the ward, Rossie had been sitting outside. She neither moved, nor did she look around. Raeleigh observed her for a while, discovering that her attire was pretty modest. She had wrapped her neck with a red silk scarf. In the past, Raeleigh hadn't understood why some people would cover their necks completely. But at that time, Raeleigh recalled something. Raeleigh frow

Raeleigh lay still as Jepherson flipped over and positioned himself on top of her. She looked him in the eyes, motionlessly. In the past, she would have been worried, afraid, or shy, but that time, she wasn't. She looked at Jepherson. Although she hadn t made an attempt to seduce him, she was waiting for him, wholeheartedly. Jepherson rode on her, tensing up with carnal desire. However, the thought that Raeleigh was his sister, whom he had been looking for over the years, had hurt him to the core, as though it had stabbed him right in the heart, and blood was dripping from it, soaking the entire place with red liquid. His breathing steadily calmed down. His guilty conscience had prevailed over his then banished s*xual desire, and what was left in him was an incurable wound. His feelings for her were the salt to his wound, calling forth the fact that he had defiled his own sister. Regarding their first intercourse, it was he who had forced her into it. Had it no

After making the arrangements, Santiago pushed the door open and entered. Scarlette watched the door close before she slumped in dejection once again. Once Santiago had entered the ward, he walked to Raeleigh's side, sat down, and looked at her. Her face was white as snow. This is how a woman was like when she lost her child through miscarriage. Other than that, she was covered in sweat. Santiago slipped his hand under the quilt and held her hand. It was so cold, just like the hand of a dead person. After a while, he put her hand back. Gradually, the sky darkened. Santiago got up and went to stand by the window for a moment before he came back to sit beside her. After that, he stood up again. After enduring one such restless spell throughout the night, he finally sat still. Soon, it was dawn. Raeleigh also rose at the break of dawn. She opened her eyes slowly and stared into space. Everything felt like a dream, as if they had travelled light-years previous

Jepherson, who was lying on the sickbed, opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. There was not a single person beside him. Stuart was standing at the door. He ran over when he saw Jepherson waking up. "Where's Raeleigh?" Jepherson asked right away as soon as he saw Stuart. Stuart bowed his head. "Miss Raeleigh is fine. She's recuperating in her own ward, but she might not be in the mood to see you." It was the first time in his life to have lied to Jepherson, who then picked up the things around him and smashed them all. Stuart did not dare to dodge them, and his head was injured in the wake of everything. Jepherson put down his hand and lay on the bed. He told Stuart to bandage the wound, and the latter complied, retreating from the ward. Stuart found someone to guard Jepherson for the time being. Jepherson lay on the bed alone, waiting until Stuart bandaged himself up and came back. He felt that he had no strength. His body was feeble, and he seemed to

Downstairs, Deanna kept inundating Jepherson with calls. She wanted to ask why he neither visited Raeleigh nor picked her up when she was discharged from the hospital. She was so indignant that she channeled her fury through the calls. Scarlette had tried to stop her at first, but she gave up eventually. There existed in this world a sort of people who couldn't be reasoned with. The more the advice given to them, the more obstinate they would be. They insisted on going their own ways. Deanna was a typical example of this species. Scarlette, for one, wanted to see if her attempts would be fruitful at last. But later, it turned out that Jepherson neither picked up her calls, nor did he reply to them, even until her phone was out of battery. Deanna found a charger to charge her phone, sitting aside, containing the anger within her. Looking at how she behaved, Cynthia gradually understood why Santiago had searched for Deanna instantly the moment he heard