Getting My Ex-wife Back

By the time Raeleigh got home, Santiago was in the kitchen, on a hunt for food. He did not find any beer, but did find a tomato and planned to first pacify his protesting stomach.

When she stepped through the door, she found him with his mouth wide open, about to chomp down on it. Immediately, she stated, “Put it down.”

Taken by surprise, Santiago set the tomato down. She quietly shook off her shoes and went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches as a temporary snack for him.

“It’s dinner time soon. I’ll be watching over you for a while. You have to cut back on certain food. I decide what goes into your mouth and what doesn’t.”

Raeleigh counted the ingredients in the refrigerator carefully and found the things she needed, putting them aside in preparation.

Then, they had dinner, which consisted of quite a few dishes.

Santiago stood in the kitchen nibbling sandwiches, while Xanthus helped to cook. Raeleigh asked Santiago, “How did you get the wound on your back?”

“In a fight.” Santiago finished eating the last of his sandwich. She hesitated for a while and didn’t say anything.

Xanthus asked, “Did someone stab you in the back?”

“No.”

Raeleigh looked at him. “Then what on earth happened?”

“I was on the way to Waverly Village. There was a pickup truck that was flipped over on the road. The hook of the truck scratched me.”

“Is it possible to be that sharp?” She was withholding from giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“That was what I thought too. It scratched me, and voila, there you have it.”

She gazed at Santiago. She couldn’t tell whether he was telling the truth, but she didn’t pry further.

After the food was done, Raeleigh told Santiago to wash his hands. The three of them had dinner together.

Sitting down, she served Santiago a bowl of soup. “Drink up, and eat more of the ribs.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He didn’t like ribs, so he gave it back to Raeleigh, who in turn kept giving it back to him. In the end, he forced some down his throat.

After the meal, Xanthus went to watch some television. Raeleigh asked Santiago if he needed the wound dressing to be changed, to which he said no before going upstairs to take a bath and rest. Hearing that, Raeleigh followed him upstairs. The door was not locked, so she pushed it open and went in. Santiago was just about to rip off his gauze.

Raeleigh stood at the door without any expression and simply asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, if you must know.” He put down his hand and looked at her, who walked towards him and stopped a step away from him before teasing, “You’ve always wanted to sleep with me, right? So, who’s ready to get between the sheets tonight?”

With that, Raeleigh turned around and left. Standing on the other side of the door, Santiago rubbed his smooth forehead, as if that three-pound mass of jelly inside his skull was throbbing in pain.

Thinking for a while, he walked to the door and locked it before continuing to take the gauze off. As a result, the lock clicked and the door creaked open.

When it was pushed open, he had already removed the gauze and stared at Raeleigh as she sashayed in.

She had changed into pajamas. She didn’t have the compulsion of taking a bath every day. She was holding a mobile phone and a book about design.

After stepping in, she put the key on the table, closed the door, then held the book as she walked towards Santiago’s bed. She tugged the quilt on one side open, then sat down and leaned against the head of the bed as she read her book.

Her phone was on the bedside.

Raeleigh was flipping through the book when Santiago turned around, grinning. “I still need to change my clothes, though.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you just change into your birthday suit and hit the sack already?” she replied without even raising her head.

Santiago was dumbstruck. With a helpless expression, he returned to the bed and said, “I can’t sleep unless I take a bath.”

“What else can’t you do?” She raised her head to look at him. After thinking for a moment, he continued leaning against the bed. She said, “Sleep at 9 p. m. If you can’t fall asleep, you might as well tell me what you were up to in the afternoon.”

Santiago gazed at her as he whined, “Why are you being such a pain in the neck!”

He took his phone and called his brother: “Jepherson!”

Santiago shouted impatiently the moment the call went through. Jepherson was watching the television at that moment. “What seems to be the problem?”

“She wants to sleep with me. Do you mind?” Raeleigh almost laughed. She threw the book in her hand towards Santiago’s head without hesitation, hitting him. He exclaimed, “Ouch! The hell is that for?”

“You need to quit whining.”

“And what about you? Are you not sleeping beside me? Oh, I’m sorry, but this is my bed.” Santiago was impatient.

On the other hand, she found it amusing. “Oh, I’m sorry, but this is my home.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll take that as the cue for me to leave.”

Santiago rose to his feet and was about to leave. Raeleigh leafed through her book as she said, “Go ahead and try.”

Santiago stood where he was without moving, but he said into the phone, “You should come over too. The three of us can sleep together.”

Jepherson raised his eyebrows. “Are you positive ’bout that?”

Santiago’s eyes twitched. “On second thought, no. Don’t come.”

He hung up the phone and said, “I could really use a shower.”

“Well, I could really use a trip to the moon and back.” Raeleigh replied without even looking up. Santiago had no choice but to go back and sit down compliantly.

At first, he was quiet, but a few minutes later, he completely changed.

He stretched his arms around Raeleigh’s shoulders and leaned against her. “My brother isn’t coming, so should we go to bed early?”

“Come on, are you seriously trying to play that trick on me?” She didn’t raise her head, as if she didn’t care at all. Santiago lowered his head and blew in her ear, to which she raised her hand to push away his face and continued reading.

With a sheer dogged determination, he raised his hand and reached for her pajamas. “Why don’t we try?”

“Feel free to, my dear sir.”

Raeleigh was totally unbothered, as if she had total control over Santiago. He was annoyed to the point of helplessness, and could only roll onto his stomach.

Raeleigh asked, “Does it still hurt?”

Although it was just a simple question, the room suddenly became quiet.

She waited for a while, unsure whether Santiago had fallen asleep or if he was just pretending. When she went to drink water, he had fallen asleep.

Raeleigh took another blanket, laid it on the ground, put a pillow on it, and fell asleep there.

When Santiago woke up in the middle of the night, he felt around the bed and found that there was no one else there. He got up and sat up from the bed. The light was turned off in the room, but when he turned on the bedside lamp and looked around, he didn’t see Raeleigh. He looked in the direction where he had heard breathing and saw that she was sleeping on the floor.

Seeing that, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, but he turned off the light and continued sleeping.

Raeleigh woke up early the next day, while Santiago was still asleep on the bed. She parted the curtains inside the room, lighting it up instantly.

Santiago frowned and covered his head with his pillow. Raeleigh tidied up the pillows and put the folded blanket in the closet. Then, she turned and went to the door.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the closed door, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. However, he soon came out and went straight to Raeleigh, intending to challenge her with a “Fight me outside, howbow that?”

She was making breakfast with Xanthus downstairs. In order to let Santiago eat better and recover faster, she had already prepped some fish the night before and was about to cook it.

Hearing incoming footsteps, she began saying, “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you: you can turn off the water valves in my house.”

Santiago stood at the door of the kitchen, fuming but unable to vent his anger. “Hold your horses. What if I want to wash my face or brush my teeth?”

“For what it’s worth, you clean yourself and all that, and you still leave a bad taste in my mouth half the time. Better that we save the water.” Raeleigh put the fish in a steam cooker, then turned around and looked at Santiago, which made all the blood rush to his head in a roaring pain.