Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1144 The Older, the Wiser

Deanna woke up the next morning and felt a little groggy. When she moved slightly, she felt pain all over her body. When she opened her eyes, she could see warm yellow Rhyss pouring in through the

windows.

Deanna pondered for a moment in bed before getting up. Just as she was about to sit up, she felt as if something seemed to be gripping her waist. She then looked at her waist and saw an arm firmly wrapped around her body. She turned sideways only to find that the arm belonged to Jacky.

What the h*ll happened the previous night? Deanna did her best to try and recall her memory, but she couldn't seem to remember anything!

She raised her hand to rub her head. Deanna then looked at her arms and wondered, what happened to her sleeves?

She looked at her arms and over to her body...

"Ah!"

Deanna shrieked and woke Jacky up in the process.

Jacky immediately sat up and looked over at Deanna. He hurriedly pulled her into his arms. Deanna was completely scared out of her wits when she realized that both of them were naked.

"Scoundrel! You scoundrel!" Deanna started to cry. How could it have happened?

Jacky wasn't mad. Instead, he looked as if he was about to burst into laughter.

Jacky pushed her away. He stared at her for a moment. She was crying pitifully and looked as pale as a sheet of paper.

"You're not allowed to cry."

Deanna sniffed and immediately stopped crying. Jacky reached out and wiped her tears away. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her. At first, she wasn't willing to have him touch her, but later on, Jacky raised his voice and locked his gaze on her, so she compromised in fright. She wrapped his arms around his shoulders until she did not have the strength to resist him.

After wiping her tears away, Jacky lay down beside Deanna and pulled her into his embrace. She placed her hands on his chest as she lay in his arms.

Jacky asked her, "Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

When Deanna answered, she blushed a little. In the end, she remained still in his arms and did not say anything. She was honest and was as obedient as a kitten. Jacky ran his hand along Deanna's arm and said, "You should get some rest. I'll bring you out tonight."

"Oh." Deanna's hand remained on his chest. It was as if she was trying to push him away. After she closed her eyes, Jacky placed one of her arms over his body. Then, he pulled up the blanket to cover her body. He rarely used the blanket as it was usually hot at night. Soon, the two of them fell into a deep slumber.

"He's not back yet?" Santiago asked as he walked down the stairs. The weather was great that day. He glanced at Raeleigh, who was waiting for Jepherson to return home. Raeleigh turned around and said, "Not yet. Could you please call him to check whether he's home?"

Santiago took his phone out and called up Harvey Manor to check whether Jepherson was around. That was not the first phone call. It was as if he had vanished from the face of the Earth. No one had heard from him, nor could anyone get in touch with him.

Santiago hung up the phone and glanced at Raeleigh. He walked to the side and took a seat. He put the phone in front of him and shoved his hands into his pocket.

There was no one downstairs besides the two of them. As Scarlette was throwing a tantrum, Hadrian was keeping an eye on her and did not allow her to leave the room. Stuart, on the other hand, was with Jepherson. However, at that time, no one could reach Stuart either.

Santiago's face darkened as he asked, "Did the two of you have a fight?"

Raeleigh froze for a moment and she then looked at Santiago. "No."

"Then, why haven't we heard anything from him?" Santiago did not look at Raeleigh, but he could tell something was off. Raeleigh shook her head and looked out of the window. "I have no idea. I have this uneasy gut feeling... He has never disappeared like this before. I'm not sure if something has happened to him."

"I'll go out to find him." Santiago stood up and was about to head out through the door. Raeleigh stood up to stop him. "Don't. If he wanted to come back, then he would have."

Santiago stopped and turned to look at Raeleigh. There was a kind of indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"What happens if he does not come back since I did not go out to look for him?"

Raeleigh thought for a moment. "He'll come back when it's time. Maybe he's looking for someone."

After thinking for a while, Santiago walked over to Raeleigh. He looked at Raeleigh with a deep gaze and asked, "Do you know something?"

Raeleigh shook her head. How could she know? She could not even contact him. She initially thought that he was busy trying to look for Deanna, but right then, it seemed like that was not the case. Raeleigh stared at Santiago. She did not know what to say. Whatever the case was, she had to ask him. However, he had not returned home yet. How was she supposed to ask him? Santiago took out his phone and called his grandfather, Hudson.

When Hudson saw the caller ID on his phone, he was surprised. However, glancing at the door of the person who had not left his room for two days, he silently understood.

"What's the matter? Why are you so kind to call me?" Hudson's opinion of Santiago was different from his wife, Paige. He had two different ways of looking at people as well as his grandsons. He liked them both regardless of whether they were good or bad. After all, they were his grandsons.

Calvin was his only son. That son had two sons, one was Jepherson, and the other was Santiago. Putting aside the others, they were all descendants of the Harvey family. They were his only grandsons, and he was pleased with the two of them. One was a born leader, whereas the other one was an innate warrior.

If the former was the image of a king, then the latter had the aura of tyrant. He could not pick a favorite. As a grandfather, he felt that his grandsons were perfect in their own ways. However, some outsiders had their own thoughts about his grandsons and couldn't recognize their respective potentials.

However, he himself knew very well that with those two children, the Harvey family's fortune would surely skyrocket. They wouldn't hold themselves back.

At the end of the day, he felt that Jepherson was too calm. Sometimes, when he spoke to him, it was as if he was dealing with a sly fox. He had to speak carefully lest he fell into any of his traps. Santiago, on the other hand, was more likeable. He was very straightforward. Even though he was somewhat cynical and frivolous, he was still young, so this temperament matched his age.

Hudson leaned towards Santiago.

His feelings towards Santiago were different from Paige's.

Paige had nagged him several times as a result of their opposing views, saying that he was old and confused. However, Hudson did not say much about that matter. Whether he was confused or not, he knew it in his heart. There was no need for him to explain himself.

He felt relaxed when he talked to Santiago because he was fond of him. Santiago, who was on the other end of the line, asked casually, "Is he there?"

Hudson casually asked, "Who?"

"Are you already senile?" Santiago did not care if his words would offend his grandfather. Since his grandfather pretended not to know who he was talking about, he deserved to be offended. Hudson turned around and glanced at the locked door upstairs. No matter how much he liked Santiago, he could not offend Jepherson. After all, both of his grandsons were equally important to him. After thinking for a while, Hudson thought of a compromise and said, "I haven't seen him. Why don't you try and call him?"

Santiago was not a fool. He sneered and said, "The older, the wiser. I get it."

With that, Santiago hung up the phone. As for Hudson, he wanted to say a few words to his grandson, but before he could even say anything, Santiago had already hung up the phone. Hudson put his phone aside and glanced at Stuart, who was standing downstairs. He then said, "Santiago's temper has always been bad. Please cut him some slack."

After saying that, Hudson got up and went upstairs. Just as he was halfway up the stairs, he turned back around to retrieve his phone. Stuart stood downstairs and lowered his head as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Was he saying that Santiago or he himself should not be blamed for his bad temper? That old man was humorous. He was exaggerating, but there was a never ending stream of ways to scare people. Stuart had been freaked out a lot since he was young.