Getting My Ex-wife Back

Raeleigh had been somewhat distracted since she left Deanna’s house. She had made a few efforts to call Xanthus but never once pressed the call button. In the end, in for a penny, in for a pound, Jepherson simply confiscated her phone.

They sat in an MPV as they journeyed to the Osteen’s home. In actuality, everyone was well aware, but Jeanna chose to lie in Hansen’s arms and pretended to rest while he kept his eyes closed. Hence, the two of them played dumb to whatever happened during the journey.

Raeleigh, on the other hand, was exasperated. She knew she couldn’t make a big fuss, but if she didn’t, she didn’t know how to explain it to her parents.

Moreover, they were not too far from her parents’ home. It was hard to tell how long she could stall when they traveled by car.

“Behave yourself.”

Jepherson took the phone away and whispered in her ear. Livid, she bit her lip, leading him to look at them. “Are you seducing me?”

Raeleigh’s face flushed immediately, biting her lip, silent. Jepherson smiled lightly in turn. “You asked for it.”

With that, he sucked on her lips; they were like soft marshmallows, perhaps even better. With a soft moan, he pulled her into his arms and ravaged her lips like a hungry wolf.

Raeleigh, on the other hand, tried shoving him away, but she didn’t dare make any noise. She refused to believe the driver couldn’t see what they were doing. If she made a sound, the one to be embarrassed would be her.

After Jepherson let her go, she glared daggers at him, furious. He must be mad to act so frivolously in front of his parents.

“Take a nap if you’re tired; we’ll be there soon.”

He had her entirely in the palm of his hands, leaving her at a loss.

In actuality, it would take at least three to four hours to get to her parents’ home. At first, she thought she could inform her brother, but she had lost all her chances, judging by the current situation.

The car showed no signs of stopping at all.

Raeleigh prayed for Xanthus to call her, but it seemed as if he had forgotten about her entirely, never calling once.

…

“When did you come here?”

In a café, Xanthus had his gaze fixed at Cynthia, who was wearing a hat, a pair of glasses and dressed somewhat childishly.

Cynthia felt somewhat awkward as she hadn’t expected to meet Xanthus in a foreign land.

Just a moment ago, she was coming out of medical school with her classmates when someone called out to her. She turned around reflexively and immediately caught sight of Xanthus.

And with that, they came to a café right outside of the school.

“I came right after I left.”

Although she traveled around, she loved this place the most and hoped to further her studies here.

“It’s a little late for you to study medicine considering your age; I’m sure it’s no picnic.”

Xanthus viewed the matter objectively, not beating around the bush but only seeing things on their merits.

“It’s true. Many of my classmates are younger than me, but my professor also said my abecedarian is outstanding. He had taught me things that were even beyond my professor’s imagination.”

“So?” Xanthus continued to fix his gaze at her. She had gotten thinner after she left, but her style had changed a lot, evident that an environment could change a person.

“So, thank you.”

She smiled, but it was not the kind that he expected.

Then he stood up and looked at the time. “I’ll drop by again; I have something urgent to attend to.”

“I’ll walk you out then.”

With that, Cynthia stood up and sent him off.

However, Xanthus paused and stared at the couples dating in the café, then turned to Cynthia and asked, “I want to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

Cynthia looked up at him, puzzled.

Xanthus subconsciously looked around before landing his gaze back at her face as he asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

His question stumped her for a split second before she replied, “No, I don’t plan on finding one so soon.”

“Then how long do you want to stay single?”

It was a hasty remark, but it was also what he wanted to know.

She wanted to reject him outright. “Three, five years.”

To Cynthia, three, five years wasn’t short, but it wasn’t long either. However, it was enough to waste away a person’s youth.

To someone like Xanthus, it didn’t mean that three to five years meant nothing.

“Alright then, promise me you won’t find a boyfriend within these three, five years. Otherwise, I will let him have it, and I won’t hold back.”

At that instant, Cynthia’s eyes were utterly dull while Xanthus took a step forward, cupped her face, and planted a deep kiss.

Everything happened all so suddenly that she forgot to respond. However, he left her lips unwillingly the next moment.

Looking at her, Xanthus did not say anything but turned around and left.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Cynthia looked at her surroundings; people got on with their lives while she stood rooted dazedly, watching Xanthus’s retreating figure.

She touched her lips before pursing them, wondering what had gotten into him.

What was going on?

…

Raeleigh’s phone rang; she was about to grab it when Jepherson took it away, and the ringing stopped before she could answer the call.

She was bewildered at the fact that Xanthus had disconnected the call.

Jepherson put her phone aside leisurely as if nothing had happened.

However, Raeleigh knew something must’ve happened.

…

Xanthus stared at the car on the opposite side of the road. Only when Jacky got out of the car did he turn off his phone.

“You need something from me?” Xanthus looked back at the café. Any wise guy would know some things didn’t need to be said.

Jacky lowered his head, “I’m here to pick you up.”

“Where to?”

“You’ll know when you get there. Raeleigh will be there too.”

Jacky knocked on the car. There would only ever be people running errands for him, but now, he was the one running errands for others, all for returning a favor.

However, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to repay it fully.

Xanthus put his phone away and sat in the car. After closing the door, Jacky got onto the driver’s seat and drove away, following the tracker.

…

Raeleigh had fallen asleep midway through the journey, and she woke up when the car stopped.

She opened her eyes and looked around, realizing they had reached their destination.

Hansen and Jenna had already gotten out of the car, and it was her turn.

After she got out, she huffed as she looked at the front of the manor.

“Jepherson, doing this…”

“Raeleigh, it’s me.”

Jenna didn’t want to put her son in a difficult situation. Before Raeleigh could say something, she had already walked away.

With that, Raeleigh pursed her mouth and kept quiet.

When Bernardo came out, he was stumped for a moment when he saw Raeleigh. Then, he opened the gates and sent someone to inform Mr. and Mrs. Osteen, as well as Novalie.

Raeleigh kept her head bowed, not saying a word.