Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1149 Tit For Tat

Flynt sat and said nothing as Cynthia lectured him. In the end, he could only stand up and leave.

"I'll take my leave." Flynt made his way to the door and was about to leave. However, when he reached the door, he turned around and looked at Cynthia, and he then said, "I mean no harm. I want to please her, that's all. I don't want her to avoid me when she sees me. Cynthia, Jepherson and I are both men. Am I not comparable to him?"

"Flynt, there's no comparison in relationships. You're going to regret it sooner or later." Cynthia did not know how to feel. On one hand, Flynt was her brother. On the other hand, it concerned the person she cared about the most. She did not know how to rectify the situation, but she knew that what her brother did was wrong.

Flynt looked at his sister and said, "Cynthia, I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that I can't control myself sometimes."

With that, Flynt walked out of the room. Cynthia stood at the door and watched as Flynt left. When it came to love, no one had the right to judge. Perhaps she was wrong, and Flynt could not help himself as well.

Cynthia turned around and sat back down. She held her phone in her hand and was about to text Santiago. Before she could text him, Cynthia heard someone knocking on the door. She lifted her head and stood up as she chucked her phone to the side.

Yanora entered the house with some food in her hand. She said as she walked, "I heard that Flynt was here, so I decided to come over. Is he gone?"

"Yes, he just left." Cynthia glanced outside. Flynt had just left moments ago. How was it possible that they did not bump into each other?

"Well, this is for you. I made it myself. When I heard Flynt was here, I quickly rushed over. But somehow, it seemed like he did not want to see me. I'm his sister too."

Yanora walked to the side as she spoke. She placed the food on the table and turned around to check on the two pots of chrysanthemums once more.

"The flowers are gorgeous. It looks much better than the ones I'm growing. Is this a daisy?" Yanora asked. Before Cynthia could take a look at the food Yanora had given her, she walked over to her and explained, "Yes, it is."

"It's a daisy."

"It's beautiful." Yanora raised her hand and touched the flowers carefully. Cynthia frowned when Yanora did so. People who grew flowers were not fond of others touching their flowers.

"It's alright." Cynthia stood by the side. She did not know what to think of Yanora's sudden visit, but she inexplicably had her guard up.

"Cynthia, I have a place I need to go tomorrow. Would you like to accompany me? It's been a long time since we last hung out." Yanora turned around and asked her sister. Cynthia looked at her and asked, "Yanora, did something happen?"

"No. I just want to hang out. It's my fault for not standing up for you the last time. I'd like to offer my apology, and I hope that you can forgive me," Yanora said with tears welling up in her eyes.

Cynthia's heart softened, but she wasn't a fool. When she saw Yanora, she felt that something was amiss. Right then, as she was crying, Cynthia was certain that there must have been a reason for it. She was puzzled.

In fact, ever since the previous incident, she had always known that Yanora was prejudiced against her. She had also inquired about Santiago several times, but Cynthia herself did not want to expose it. Yanora showed up that day. It was obvious that she did not come to pay her a visit but was there for Flynt instead.

Cynthia stood there for a while and said, "But I've already made plans with Santiago."

Yanora smiled. "That's not a big deal. Why don't you send me over? By the time we're there, I'll leave the space to the two of you. You don't have to worry about me."

Cynthia sneered inwardly. Everyone knew how Yanora felt about Santiago. Could it be that there were no other men in the world? Why must she go for Santiago? Whatever the case, Santiago was her fiancé. They were birth sisters. How could she do that?

Cynthia pursed her lips. "It doesn't matter what I say. Santiago has the final say."

"Then, why don't you call and ask him now?" Yanora asked in a hurry. Right then, she wanted nothing more than to see Santiago for no particular reason.

Cynthia looked at Yanora with melancholy in her heart. She had no choice but to call Santiago. Santiago was amused when he received her call. Weren't they just texting? "What's up?"

When Santiago's phone rang, he got up and went outside to enjoy the cold wind.

Raeleigh came out of the kitchen and set the steamed fish on the table. She looked at the door to check on Santiago. When she saw that he was on the phone, she turned around and headed back into the kitchen.

"Nothing much. Remember our plans for tomorrow? My sister has a place she needs to go to tomorrow and invited me to come along, but I told her that I've made plans with you. She wonders if it's alright for her to tag along?" Cynthia was a smart person. After getting along with Santiago for a long time, she already knew how to talk to him. She knew what to say to get a certain reaction out of Santiago.

"What time should I come to pick you and Yanora up tomorrow?" Santiago smiled wickedly. The surrounding lights were hazy, casting the whole of him in a layer of light.

"Let me ask her." Cynthia turned around and looked at Yanora. Yanora immediately said, "Nine o'clock."

"Nine o'clock."

"Alright, I'll pick you up at nine."

With that, Cynthia hung up the phone. When Yanora learnt that she would be able to see Santiago the next day, she quickly said a few words before excusing herself. Cynthia walked her sister out the door and texted Santiago about the matter.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I haven't had dinner yet."

"Then, go and have your dinner." After that, Cynthia did not reply. Santiago put his cell phone away and went back into the house. He washed his hands before making his way to the dining table. When he was eating, he told Raeleigh, "I'm going out with Cynthia tomorrow, but I'm worried about you."

"I'll head over to the university..."

"I can take care of her. If she wants to go to the university, then I can still keep an eye on her," Xanthus said without waiting for Raeleigh to finish her words.

Santiago stuffed a spoonful of his dinner into his mouth and glared at Xanthus. "There are some things I haven't figured out yet. Even if I had figured them out, you have no reason to meddle with Raeleigh and my affairs. I don't care whether you'll be heading over to the university or not. I was talking to her, not you."

Santiago's aggression left Raeleigh helpless. She had no choice but to say, "He's like that. You don't have to take him seriously."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by not taking me seriously? Are you saying that I'm bullying you? He interrupted your words, and I'm just trying to defend you. You really do not know how to appreciate my good intentions."

Santiago had his way with words. On the contrary, Raeleigh was speechless.

"Raeleigh, can you get me a bowl of soup?" Xanthus pushed his bowl over to her and kept a straight face. Raeleigh glanced at him and said, "He might sound harsh, but he means no harm."

"Raeleigh, please?" Raeleigh knew it was a signal for her to leave. She knew that Santiago would not be in a disadvantageous position, but the problem was that she was worried Xanthus would suffer a blow. "Go." Santiago glanced at Raeleigh. Then, she turned around and made her way into the kitchen. After entering the kitchen, she turned around and looked at the dining table. The two men were engaged in a staring contest, not moving the slightest inch. Then, she turned around and filled the bowl with soup.