Getting My Ex-wife Back

Raeleigh felt that she was a fool who rushed in where angels fear to tread. Be that as it may, even fools had a world of their own. Even if she were to be trapped in an abyss, she would not find it dark.

After all, someone had already lit up the road ahead of her. Insofar as she followed where the lights guided her, she would surely be able to reach the place she wanted to go.

Jepherson looked at her and cupped her face. “Well, aren’t you stupid!”

“At least better than a certain someone.”

Raeleigh scoffed at him, the only difference being that there was a smile on her lips. When she turned around, she took in the scene in front of her.

The truth was, she was very clear that the Jepherson she wanted was like the raging waves in front of her. Not everyone could conquer him, but she wanted to give it a try anyway.

He held her from behind, waiting for her to say something. However, she kept silent the whole time, as if she had already detached her soul from her body and was far away from the noise of the world.

The two of them were hugging each other as they walked forward. Someone was waiting for them at the end of the road. It was the driver, who had already got out of the car and opened the door. Jepherson glanced at the person in his arms and sent her into the car first before getting in himself.

Pushing the door open, he put his hand in Raeleigh’s lap, and she covered her hand over his. Jepherson flipped their hands around, interlocking their fingers gently.

The driver got in the car. He was simply too ancient to understand how the young lovebirds worked their minds. Why had they come out in such cold weather?

Not to mention how satisfied they seemed.

“Let’s go,” Jepherson ordered, holding Raeleigh’s hands tightly. He looked outside inadvertently and put her hands on his body with his mouth curling into a smile.

The driver drove the car and safely sent her home.

She got out of the car, then turned around and looked at Jepherson, who was still inside. “Are you getting off?”

He replied, “Nah, I don’t think so. Tasks are waiting for me. You should go back and have a good rest.”

“Be careful on your way there.”

Jepherson grinned. The driver opened the door and got in through the other side of the car.

After it sped away, Raeleigh stood where she was and watched for a while. When she turned around, Xanthus was standing at the door. She subconsciously froze, then asked, “Were you waiting for me?”

“What else could I be doing?” Xanthus turned around and went inside. Waiting for Raeleigh was a habit to him. After all, he was her brother. After so many years of expecting, how could he not wait for her?

Being a parent was very tiring, and he was not much better as a brother.

In the past, Xanthus had never waited for any woman. However, right then, waiting for a woman had become a habit of his.

After they went in, Xanthus asked if Raeleigh had eaten yet. She followed him to the kitchen, where he had already made preparations.

“Dinner not yet, but lunch, yes.”

Raeleigh saw the ingredients in the kitchen and found that he had already prepared everything.

“You’re making pizza?” Raeleigh immediately took off her clothes and was ready to go help. Xanthus took the ingredients inside while she washed her hands, and the both of them began making the pizza.

Raeleigh didn’t say much but focused on kneading the dough. Xanthus would say something occasionally, but he never asked her about what happened with Jepherson.

The pizza was pretty much done when the doorbell rang. Xanthus went to open the door and soon brought Santiago in.

Seeing him there, Raeleigh couldn’t help but find it weird and asked, “Why are you here?”

“I’m craving for some pizza.”

Santiago took off his jacket and washed his hands, then went to watch TV as if he was totally making himself at home. Raeleigh stood aside, and found it rather funny, despite herself. “You are really making yourself at home, aren’t you?”

“If this isn’t my home, then where is?”

Santiago made it sound like she was the one in the wrong. She stood in the room, staring at him, who was watching TV without so much as looking back. She was about to say something, but suddenly hesitated.

She frowned. “Where did you go, Santiago? Where did you come from?”

He was watching a documentary on animals. He turned back to look at her. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, not at all. Follow me to my room for a sec.”

Raeleigh turned around and went back to her room. Xanthus stood outside and watched, finding it all rather mysterious for some reason.

Santiago paused for a moment. He got up and glanced at Xanthus, then made his way towards the room upstairs where Raeleigh was.

When they got upstairs, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. Her voice came from inside, inviting him in.

Santiago pushed the door open and went in. She was making a call, but there was a first-aid kit on the bed.

He closed the door after coming in. Raeleigh turned to look at him and put her cell phone on the bedside table.

“Take off your clothes.”

Santiago laughed. “Why? Deary me, is my brother that useless?”

“For Christ’s sake, just cut the crap.”

Raeleigh made a straight face, and Santiago had no choice but to strip obediently.

He only had a coat on, without anything else on the inside. Raeleigh remembered that his coat hadn’t been that color back then. She didn’t know when it had turned black.

Her heart thumped when she saw the wound on Santiago’s slender back. However, she did not betray any emotions on her face. Instead, she said, “Didn’t you notice anything?”

“I didn’t feel any pain. If you hadn’t told me, I really wouldn’t have known.”

Raeleigh maintained her poker face. She walked over, asking him to sit down. Santiago took two steps forward, sat on her chair, and leaned back.

She took a deep breath of cold air. “Can’t you feel any pain, like, at all?”

She estimated that the wound was about a palm long. His flesh was already exposed.

“I guess so.” Santiago closed his eyes as he gave a faint reply. It was not painful, nor was it itchy.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Raeleigh sat on the bed, took the first-aid kit and rummaged through it. Then, she grabbed a disinfectant and began to clean Santiago’s wound.

While doing so, she told him, “Look, you don’t have to put up with it. If it hurts, just say the word and I’ll be more gentle.”

Santiago didn’t reply. She calmly used tweezers to help disinfect his wound. At first, he took a deep breath, but then went totally silent.

Raeleigh’s movements stopped. “Does it hurt?”

He closed his eyes and didn’t make any response. She doubted that he had fallen asleep. If he didn’t answer, that meant it hurt, but he just didn’t want to say anything.

Raeleigh went a little lighter on him. The cotton pads, which had been soaked in disinfectant, had traces of dark red blood on them and tiny patches of foams.

She put down the tweezers, carefully applied some powder on a gauze, then wrapped it around Santiago’s back.

He lowered his head to look at the bandages on his chest. “Just stick it on the back.”

“Is it really that hard for you to stay at home?” Raeleigh shot him a fierce look, tied up a few loose ends, then got up and went outside.

Xanthus was standing at the door. He had sensed that something was amiss and decided to come up to have a look, but the door was not soundproof. When he heard what Raeleigh had said, he chose not to go in.

She didn’t look too good, but relaxed when she saw Xanthus. Then, she said, “He’s injured and his clothes are dirty. I suppose he could use some of yours.”

“I’ll go get mine.” He took a look before turning to get his clothes. Raeleigh went back to clean up without saying a word. She really brought new meaning to the term “terrifying” when she was livid.