Getting My Ex-wife Back

Raeleigh didn’t sleep a wink. Xanthus’s rapid breathing finally soothed, and he had fallen asleep late at night. Seeing so, she sat up from the sofa, her gaze turning to Animal World playing softly on TV.

Raeleigh had loved watching the program ever since she was a child. Although it was the same few episodes, there were no complex relationships or ugly lies and deceits.

Everything seemed so pure and simple. Because of that, she was drawn to it without hesitation.

Before meeting Jepherson, she had never thought about marriage, let alone falling in love.

She longed for a simple life. The sort that she could go home to watch TV alone when she was tired, accompany her grandmother, take her to see the world, or try new food. That was all.

She had experienced death once, and she was afraid of going through it once more. However, the current situation had escalated way beyond her control. So much so that she didn’t know what to do.

Her eyes traveled through the empty space in front of her and fixed on the window.

Getting up quietly, she walked to the window with a throw wrapped around herself, staring at the dark silence outside.

“Is it true that for as long as she is alive, nothing can ever be certain?” A thought drifted inside her.

Outside the window was a thick layer of fluttering snow. Intrigued at the white night, Raeleigh wanted to go out and have a look, but after a mental struggle, she looked back at Xanthus and gave up.

After returning to the sofa, Raeleigh sat there in a daze.

So this was what it was like to have a family. She couldn’t bear to part with him, and her heart ached.

Seeing Xanthus suffering because of her, there came a moment when she thought how it would be great if he had not found her, if they hadn’t reunited at all.

Whether she would live or die, it was all up to the heavens.

…

Xanthus frowned in his sleep, leading her to sit up anxiously immediately. Was he suffering again?

After a few seconds, his deeply locked brows gradually relaxed, and Raeleigh’s pounding heart eased together with his eyebrows, calming down again.

If he could continue to sleep comfortably, she could finally have a rest too.

Raeleigh’s mind raced, lying on the sofa, thinking about a lot of things. She felt drowsy but unable to rest at all.

Near dawn, she heard someone open the door upstairs. Raeleigh opened her eyes and followed the direction, her gaze meeting Jepherson, who came down in his changed pajamas.

She stared for a while but made no response, then closed her eyes.

Jepherson went directly to Raeleigh and Xanthus. When he arrived in front of Raeleigh, he bent over and scooped Raeleigh right into his arms. Startled, her eyes flew open, and she threw him a furious glare.

But before Raeleigh could yell at him, Jepherson whispered to her at once, “Do you want to wake Xanthus?”

With that, she gnashed her teeth in frustration. She hated that he bullied her like this the most.

Mad, she pinched at his arm, leading him to frown and look down at her, gritting his teeth.

The two butt heads; the harder she pinched, the less response Jepherson gave.

Even when she had no energy left, he still wouldn’t let her go.

She glared at him, waiting for him to release her, only for him to ask, “Doesn’t your heart ache to pinch me?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Raeleigh’s fingers loosened a little at that but did not let go.

Jepherson was about to leave with her in his arms when Xanthus asked, sitting on the sofa behind them, “What are you doing?”

Jepherson paused and turned to look at him. “Raeleigh needs rest. I’ll send her upstairs.”

“You don’t have to. Raeleigh, pour some water for me.” Xanthus did not bother to meet his gaze but asked for Raeleigh. She struggled for a moment before finally leaving Jepherson’s arms, then went to pour some water for Xanthus.

She brought him a glass; instead of drinking, Xanthus had Raeleigh put it down and asked her to lie down as well. Raeleigh glanced at Jepherson and did as she was told.

Unsuccessful in taking Raeleigh away, Jepherson sat opposite her and said, “Go upstairs and have a rest. I’ll stay here.”

She closed her eyes and said nothing. As a result, the atmosphere in the living room tensed.

However, she remained motionless; she wasn’t bothered no matter how tense the air became.

The living room had been pin-drop silent a few hours since then. Raeleigh was restless the entire time. When she occasionally opened her eyes to look at Xanthus, she would see Jepherson staring at her with a rather fathomless gaze.

Amused, she thought, “What is up with him? Is it not his fault?”

The night finally passed, and Raeleigh went to check on Xanthus first. Seeing he was asleep, she went to wash up. After checking he was fine when she returned, she intended to make breakfast, but the servants had already done it.

Since she had nothing to do, she went upstairs and asked the others to come down and have breakfast together.

Raeleigh asked Xanthus, “Do you want me to feed you?”

Xanthus managed to sleep through the night. “Don’t be so dramatic; I’m fine,” he said as he sat up from the sofa. Their coffee table had turned into the dining table; Xanthus wouldn’t have to move around to eat.

Raleigh got a wet towel to wipe Xanthus down. Holding the spoon, Xanthus’s hand was still shaky, but he did not look up. The initial bite felt bitter, and he frowned. Raeleigh asked worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

Xanthus chewed and looked at her calmly, responding. “Nothing; it’s just a normal reaction.”

“If you don’t like it, I’ll make something else for you.” Raeleigh intended to prepare something for Xanthus, but he shook his head, saying, “I’ll drink some soup first; I need to regain all the energy I lost these past two days.”

Raeleigh was occupied with attending to Xanthus, so she neglected Santiago. Holding the spoon and looking at his locked arms, Santiago only barely managed to eat.

It wasn’t until Xanthus finished half of the meal that she finally remembered Santiago and went to help him. As a result, after everyone had eaten, she still hadn’t.

Raeleigh sat down, intending to eat at last, but Jepherson took away all that was in front of her, not giving her a chance to eat. Looking over, he had already stood up and walked to the kitchen as he put on an apron, still in his pajamas, to make her some porridge.

Raeleigh wouldn’t eat it, so Jepherson suggested, “I’ll feed you.”

She wanted to leave when he pulled her into his arms. “They’re all my people.”

Raeleigh raised her head and glowered at him. “Is it fun to threaten me?”

Jepherson snorted. “It will be if you don’t eat.”

After releasing Raeleigh, Jepherson brought her to the bowl of porridge and took a spoonful to feed her. She purposefully didn’t want to eat, but it was not the time to quarrel. Plus, he made the food himself, so she still parted her lips in the end.

After taking a bite, Raeleigh frowned. “Why is it salty?”

“Will you be able to swallow if it’s tasteless?” Jepherson continued to feed her, but she tried to take it from him. “I’ll eat it myself.”

Although reluctant, he still handed her the bowl, reminding her, “It’s hot.”

She turned to sit away from him, eating the porridge bit by bit. She could still manage to swallow since the porridge was salty; as Jepherson said, it would be inedible tasteless.