Getting My Ex-wife Back

The next morning, Raeleigh asked Jepherson, “Aren’t you leaving? Didn’t you say you have a lot to do in the company these couple of days?”

“I’m not leaving today; I’m going to buy some groceries later.”

“What for?”

Raeleigh watched him button his shirt in the room and put on her brother’s wool sweater, looking like a family man before coming out to hug her from behind. She turned her head around to look at him and asked, “What’s up with you?”

“Santiago will be back in a bit. I’ll cook.”

“You’re cooking?” It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in Jepherson’s cooking, but that she didn’t understand the sudden change of plans.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Raeleigh got out of his embrace, turned around, and put on Xanthus’s loose cotton-padded jacket. She took her wallet and put on her shoes. Standing by the door, she said, “Let’s go.”

Taken aback for a moment, Jepherson then walked toward her and put on his coat. He took a look out the door; seeing that Santiago wasn’t in sight, he accompanied Raeleigh to the market to buy some ingredients. This time, they got Santiago’s favorites.

“I don’t like this.”

Raeleigh pointed at the vegetable and said. However, Jepherson took out his wallet and paid the vendor. Without raising his head, he said, “These are not for you, but Santiago.”

Raeleigh put the vegetable in the basket and helped carry their purchase.

Jepherson gave his wallet to her before turning around to get more ingredients.

Raeleigh followed behind Jepherson. “Do you regret marrying me?”

“I will never regret marrying you.” Jepherson turned to look at Raeleigh, bowed his head, kissed her, then turned back around and continued shopping.

Raeleigh froze for a moment and nearly dropped the wallet in her hand. Only then did she look around to find everyone was busy; no one cared what she had done.

Jepherson walked ahead and bought some shrimps. Raeleigh didn’t need to ask to know that they were Santiago’s favorite too.

After they were done grocery shopping, Raeleigh asked as they walked, “Other than women, is there anything you two won’t share?”

“Underwear.”

Raeleigh was rendered speechless.

And she didn’t say anything after that.

When the food was ready, Raeleigh stood at the door and looked around. “Are you sure he will come back even if you didn’t give him a call?”

However, Jepherson didn’t reply but only continued to cook the shrimps.

Raeleigh thought he did not hear her and went back to ask again, but he still ignored her question.

She looked at the time, and it showed two. “He’s not here yet.”

“He’s busy. He’ll come when it’s time. There’s some dough.; I’ll make pizza.”

“You know how to make pizza?”

“He loved pizza since he was a child, but he doesn’t like the ones the servants make at home.”

“I bet he just wants to see you busy in the kitchen.” Raeleigh stood at the door of the kitchen, looking amused. Looking at Jepherson, she understood Xanthus’s behavior toward her. They weren’t any different; they would do anything for their younger siblings.

Raeleigh was watching him when someone came in. Surprised, she thought Santiago had indeed come but only to find it was Xanthus when she turned around.

“Xanthus, you’re back.”

Xanthus changed his shoes and put down his medicine kit. “Unhappy to see me?”

“Of course not.”

Raeleigh went to him and took his coat to hang. Meanwhile, Xanthus glanced at the food on the table. “What are you guys celebrating?”

“Nothing.” Raeleigh didn’t know what to say, and Xanthus didn’t press on, nor was he surprised to see Jepherson cooking when he went to the kitchen. Though he thought it was rather strange to see Jepherson in his clothes.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Xanthus said and went to the bathroom. Raeleigh was walking into the kitchen when she heard movement at the front door; she took a look to find it was Santiago in a puffer jacket, changing his shoes at the door.

Raeleigh stood at the door of the kitchen, a little spaced out as she stared at Santiago.

“Jepherson, Santiago’s here.”

“Why do you need to tell him I’m back?” Santiago walked to them, looking alright. Leaning against the kitchen wall, he asked Jepherson, “Did you make pizza?”

“I did; wash your hands.” Jepherson glanced at Santiago. He paused for a moment before asking, “You’re sick?”

“I caught a cold.” Santiago came out of the kitchen and went to sit at the dining table. Not long after, Jepherson came out and put a bowl of hot soup in front of him. “Have some soup first.”

Not caring about his manners, Santiago brought the bowl to his mouth and took a mouthful. Jepherson touched his forehead and asked, “Have you gotten an injection?”

“I did.”

“Where’s your medicine?” Jepherson pressed on. Standing aside, Raeleigh felt rather uncomfortable, thinking both of them were in pain.

And she was the source of it.

With that, she went to the kitchen to get the plates and cutleries ready while Jepherson and Santiago talked in the room. A few moments later, Jacky entered the house.

Seeing that everyone was present, Raeleigh took out the last two dishes for Santiago, and everyone then sat down to eat.

Raeleigh didn’t have the appetite, but Jepherson kept shelling shrimps for her.

“Why is this thing so ugly?” As she didn’t feel like eating, she had to find an excuse.

Across them, Santiago was eating with gusto, leading Raeleigh to stare at him. Upon hearing her words, he looked up at her and said, “It’s better than nothing.”

“Don’t talk while you eat,” Raeleigh said. With that, Santiago munched on the shrimp’s head.

Raeleigh rolled her eyes, still not eating.

Seeing so, Jepherson left her be and ate his meal. Taking a look at him, Raeleigh thought he looked like an ancient king. He would never lose his manner, grace, superiority, and aloofness.

And then there was Santiago, eating the shrimp one after the other, as rough as a tramp.

Raeleigh fixed her eyes on Santiago and wondered if the shrimps were as good as he made them look.

Giving in, she took one, used a lot of effort to shell it, and was finally able to eat the meat.

In her opinion, it wasn’t that the shrimp was exceptional, but because it took so much effort to eat it, the hard work was worth reliving.

With that, Raeleigh ate one after another and sunk her teeth into the shrimps before she knew it. No one fought them with her except Santiago.

As a result, everyone left the plate of shrimps to Raeleigh and Santiago.

With her belly filled, she went to wash her hands and sat on the sofa.

Jepherson said after Raeleigh left the table, “C’mon, that’s enough. You’re actually not supposed to eat shellfish when you’re sick; it won’t do you any harm to eat less.”

Nobody knew whether Jepherson deliberately left them for Raeleigh or that he was worried about Santiago. But all in all, he put the rest of the shrimp in the fridge.

It was still fine during dinner, but both Raeleigh and Santiago were having trouble sleeping that night. One came out of the room, and the other got up from the sofa to head to the kitchen.

When Raeleigh went into the kitchen, Santiago was taking out the plate of shrimps from the fridge.

Closing the fridge door, Santiago rolled his eyes, looking all annoyed as he turned to look at her.

On the other hand, Raeleigh wore a sly smile like a fox. “Your brother won’t let you eat it.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Once again, Santiago rolled his eyes. “Do you think he kept it for you?”

“I’m not sick.”

“I’ve recovered!”

The two were at a stalemate, neither giving way to the other. At that time, Jepherson came out of the room to look for Raeleigh. Standing behind her, he saw the two of them fighting for half a plate of shrimps in the kitchen.

Santiago gave the shrimp to Raeleigh and said, “Take it.”

Raeleigh pushed it back. “You took it out. Of course, you should eat it. I only came down for water.”

“You just said you wanted to eat.”

“I don’t remember saying that.”

Then, Jepherson walked to them.