Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1035 Firsthand Experience

Raeleigh raised her head after groaning in pain for a while. They were standing opposite each other. Santiago furrowed his brows and gave her an indifferent look as he waited for her to remove her hands off her forehead. Nonetheless, Raeleigh showed no signs of wanting to let go. Santiago then walked towards her. She was still holding her forehead. Irritated, Santiago then grabbed hold of her arms as he

lowered his head to stare at her.

Santiago was stunned as Raeleigh glowered at him. It was not that her gaze was frightening. Rather, it was because he noticed that there were bruises on her forehead.

Santiago knitted his brows repeatedly and said, "Hey, it was just a flick."

Raeleigh stood motionlessly. She was alright, merely feeling a painful sensation on her forehead.

Santiago glanced at Scarlette. She knew something was amiss. However, she didn't dare to walk towards Raeleigh.

"Can you stop fooling around?" Raeleigh said.

Santiago clasped Raeleigh's arms. He then glanced at Scarlette and said, "Get the doctor."

Just as Scarlette left, Raeleigh said, "I'm alright. Why the h*ll did you get Scarlette to call the doctor though?"

Santiago thought for a moment. He then grabbed hold of his smartphone, tapped the camera application, and handed it to Raeleigh to take a selfie. She was astounded as she looked at herself. "Is that a bruise?" Raeleigh asked, with her face turning pale.

It had been a forceful flick. That explained the intense pain she felt.

Raeleigh sat down and returned the phone to Santiago.

"I'll be staying over to look after Deanna for the next few days," Raeleigh said. "I guess your brother won't be dropping by." Sitting cross-legged, Santiago asked, "What do you mean?"

Raeleigh glanced at Santiago and said, "Don't you ever do that again lest you land yourself in trouble."

Raeleigh felt that Santiago was lucky to be living in the modern era, for he would be deemed a bane in ancient civilizations.

Santiago was amused. Leaning against the wall, he put his hands in his pockets and squinted as he raised his head. "Well, it's not my fault then. Your skin is too tender to begin with. Had it been thicker, you wouldn't have had bruises."

Raeleigh was absolutely speechless. As she looked at Santiago's troublesome face, she wanted to give him a beating.

In the end, she resisted the urge to do so.

She glanced at Santiago before directing her gaze towards Zorion and Deanna. Zorion had woken up. He remained in the intensive care unit as he did not want to leave Deanna alone.

Soon after that, Scarlette came in alongside a man in his forties. He was holding something. He hurried to check on Raeleigh. "What kind of hard object did you knock into?" he asked as he looked at her forehead.

Raeleigh glanced at Santiago contemptuously. "Is he considered a hard object?" she asked.

As the doctor bandaged the bruises, he informed that she should stay out of the water and that she should be alright in a few days' time. Then, he left.

After the doctor left, Raeleigh rested for a while. She then stood up and looked into the intensive care unit. Deanna had not woken up. Zorion had been sitting quietly and showed no signs of wanting to leave her.

Raeleigh accompanied him for the better part of the day. She continued keeping him company after having her dinner. At that moment, Santiago's cell phone rang. He handed it to Raeleigh.

"Answer the call," he said.

Raeleigh took the cell phone and answered the call.

"Hey, I'm here, where are you?" Jepherson asked calmly as he walked. Raeleigh looked at Santiago. She had not expected that he would be here so soon.

After a few seconds, she said, "I'm in the fifth ward."

"Which level?"

"At level six."

Jepherson then hung up the phone and asked Stuart, "Are you sure it's here?"

"Yeap."

As Raeleigh returned the phone to Santiago, she looked at him and said, "You're gonna be in deep sh*t."

"Well, it's not that I did it on purpose," Santiago lied.

"Well, then. Explain yourself to your brother," Raeleigh said.

Raeleigh then took a seat. She crossed her arms as she fell into a daze. On the other hand, Santiago could be seen sitting cross-legged. His expression was one of indifference.

It did not take Jepherson long to reach level six. He walked out of the elevator as it reached level six. Soon after, Raeleigh looked at the elevator, and she saw Jepherson making his way to the fifth ward. Jepherson was glancing around as he looked for the fifth ward. After a while, he saw Raeleigh. As he walked towards Raeleigh, she stood up.

"What happened to your head?" Jepherson asked as he gently knitted his sword-like eyebrows. Scarlette remained silent.

Jepherson then turned around and looked at Scarlette. Immediately, Scarlette lowered her head. "This has got nothing to do with me," she said. "You've got to ask Mr. Santiago."

While Santiago was thinking, Raeleigh said, "It was an accident. I knocked into the corner of the door. It almost tore my skin. I reckon I'll be alright, but Santiago insisted that I should see the doctor."

Jepherson raised his head and glanced at Santiago. He smirked as he was amused. Remaining as cool as a cucumber, he did not look at Jepherson. Jepherson thought for a moment before reaching out to pull the gauze gently. "Damn, that's serious. Do you fancy a place six feet underground?" Raeleigh was startled. She looked at Jepherson and wondered how he knew Santiago was the one who injured her.

Jepherson bandaged the gauze attentively. He then looked at Santiago and said, "One more time and you'll be dead meat."

Santiago raised his hand and jammed a finger in his ear. "Well, I didn't expect that she wouldn't be able to dodge in the nick of time," he said.

"Going by your logic, a victim of a homicide is dead for the simple reason that he does not attempt to kill the murderer in the first place." Jepherson's words sent chills down Scarlette's spine. "Is Mr. Jepherson going to kill Mr. Santiago?" she thought.

Santiago thought for a moment and said, "Fine, I won't do that again."

Raeleigh turned around to look at Santiago. "It's surprising indeed to find him coming clean and owning up to his mistakes," she thought.

Jepherson was pleased. Even though he seemed rather indifferent and insouciant at times, he was keenly perceptive.

Scarlette was frightened. Granted that she was not the one who caused the injury. Notwithstanding, she should be called to account for the fact that she was tasked with looking after Raeleigh in the first place. It was a dereliction of duty now that Raeleigh was injured. Considering this, she thought that it was completely justifiable if Jepherson were to punish her.

"I'm alright," Raeleigh said as she grabbed hold of Jepherson's arm and led him towards the opposite side of the ward. By doing so, she hoped that Jepherson would let Scarlette off the hook.

As they reached the opposite side of the ward, Jepherson glanced at the intensive care unit and asked, "How's Deanna doing?"

"She hasn't woken up," Raeleigh clarified. "The doctor said she should be alright if she wakes up within three days." Raeleight felt that it was tormenting indeed to wait for three days.

It was especially tormenting to Zorion for he was under the weather.

After standing for a while, Jepherson turned around and walked towards Raeleigh. "Hey, come over here," he said.

Raeleigh trailed after him. Jepherson seemed to know that she did not like taking elevators as he led her to the staircase.

As Raeleigh went down the stairs, she said, "It wasn't entirely Santiago's fault. I...umm..."

Just as Raeleigh wanted to say something, Jepherson grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to a little corner where they could not be caught on the surveillance camera. He clasped her tightly in his arms as he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Raeleigh resisted. "It's too public, what if someone were to come in anytime?" she thought.

"No... Please... Stop it..."

Raeleigh pushed him away. However, Jepherson refused to let her go. Eventually, he gave in. While he was gasping for breath, he clasped her hands and slid his hand down, touching her thigh. Raeleigh snatched her hands out of his grasp as she gave him a surprised and coy look. "You're..." she said.

As soon as she started talking, Jepherson laid his lips on hers, giving her a French kiss. As much as she wanted to resist, she found herself giving in to his tenderness.

In a matter of seconds, she blushed as Jepherson caressed her hands.

While he was breathing heavily, he whispered in her ear, "Wear a skirt next time."

Astonished, she soon realized that Jepherson had wanted a quickie.

Raeleigh glowered at him. However, he seemed to take pleasure as he basked in her glare.

After kissing for a while, Jepherson retreated. He then grabbed hold of Raeleigh's arm and went downstairs. As soon as he found an unoccupied ward, he led her in and locked the door. Then, he bent over to carry Raeleigh. Scared out of her wits, she did not raise her head. She kept resisting, saying that she did not want to be put on the bed. At that moment, Jepherson had a light-bulb moment. He carried her and walked towards the entrance of the ward. Amazingly, they had a quickie by the entrance of the ward.

Soon after that, Jepherson led Raeleigh to the washroom. Both of them had an obsession with cleanliness. As she left the washroom, Raeleigh raised her arm and took a sniff. She noticed that there was a distinct body odour. It smelled like the scent from Jepherson's body, although she was not completely sure.

Raeleigh trailed along as Jepherson walked out of the ward. She was feeling a little uncomfortable.

It was not the case that she detested being around Jepherson. She was merely not used to it. Since she had made up her mind to enter into a relationship with Jepherson, she did not want to waste time nitpicking and making a fuss. Love is but a commitment to stick to each other through thick and thin. Although marriage is a way to cement the commitment, she opined that a relationship should be built on true love. True love is the only foundation upon which every relationship will flourish. Nothing else mattered. Not even marriage vows.

Raeleigh glanced around as he trailed along Jepherson. Neither patients nor medical officers were spotted on this floor. It seemed that this floor had been reserved for special purposes.

Jepherson walked for a while and stopped. Then, he turned around to look at Raeleigh, waiting for her to catch up. As Raeleigh came closer, he extended his hand. Raeleigh then held his hand as they walked hand in hand.

"What's on your mind?" Jepherson asked. Raeleigh thought for a while and said, "How did you come to know that Santiago hurt me?"

Jepherson flashed a smile. "Well, eyes are the windows to the soul. I could tell by staring into his eyes."

"Seriously?"

"Well, let's just say that he can communicate through his gaze."

"Why can't I tell then?"

"We grew up together. so it's self-explanatory."

"It sounds like he has no way of hiding from you, huh?" Raeleigh asked in curiosity. Jepherson shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. I can't see through his false pretense all the time." Raeleigh did not carry on probing. After all, it was not appropriate to pry into someone's private life.

She then steered the conversation to the watermelon incident. "I think the sinister scheme was plotted against Santiago," she said.

"I'll look into it," Jepherson said. "Stay over here for a few days. I'll pick you up once Deanna's alright. The Harvey Group is going to put Dream into production. We need your participation." "Must I participate?" Raeleigh said. Visibly taken aback, she had not expected that she would have to take part.

Jepherson turned around and said, "You're the automotive designer for the company. Because of its one-of-a-kind design, we need you to take part in the manufacturing process." "Lanox's not a mass-produced product," Jepherson added. "It would be produced in limited quantities. Since I have extra time to spare, I'll be able to help you keep an eye on the production progress as well as the technical performance of the cars. But I can only do so much. Lanox is a design under your portfolio. I shouldn't be the one who has to supervise its production constantly, should I?"

"I'm the boss while you're an employee," Jepherson said. "No bosses would ever work for their employees, don't you think so?"

Jepherson was trying to reason with Raeleigh. Naturally, Raeleigh understood what he was trying to convey. As a matter of fact, she would love to be involved in the production too. Lanox was designed by her after all. She reckoned that it would be great to gain firsthand experience overseeing the manufacturing of Lanox.