Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1162 Perhaps Scarlette Was Right

Jepherson entered the bathroom and began to strip off. Raeleigh had said that she wouldn't get in, but she still opened the door and walked in, which astounded him. He stopped halfway and he didn't turn around. He put on his shirt again while she stood by the door and said, "I have run the water in the bathtub, but I haven't added the essential oil into it. Remember to add the essential oil yourself. It can soothe your nerves. It's over there, that blue bottle."

"Okay, got it."

Only then did Raeleigh turn and walk out. She closed the door and stood outside the bathroom for a moment. After that, she sat still at the side.

When Jepherson came out of the bathroom, she stood up and walked over with a bathrobe. Standing at the doorway, he wrapped the bathrobe around his waist before gazing at her. "You don't need to keep me company. I will wake up after a short nap."

"I can't be at ease, leaving you to your own devices. Sit here, I'll wipe your hair and give you a massage." Raeleigh pulled him to the front of the bed. After he sat down, she lifted her hand and draped a towel over his head. As she wiped his hair dry, she massaged the nerve points on his head, so that he could loosen up.

Sitting down, he rested his hands on his legs. Raeleigh was moving in front of him. All of a sudden, he extended his hands, wrapped them around her waist, and cuddled her in his arms. Gluing himself to her, he took a deep breath.

He knew that he should let her go, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so.

Leaning against her, he allowed her to wipe his hair dry. Then, she used the hair dryer to dry it even more. She put down the hair dryer after his hair had almost dried up.

Jepherson went to lie down. Raeleigh stretched out her hands and tried to strip off his bathrobe, but she was stopped by him.

"Take off the bathrobe and put on the pajamas. I have prepared them for you." She gestured towards the pajamas on the side, and he also took a look at it, saying, "I will do it myself."

She watched as he got up from the bed and took his pajamas into the bathroom. He changed into his pajamas and came out again.

Standing in the room, she went into the bathroom too after she saw him come out. She cleaned up the bathroom before she returned.

"Take a rest first. I'll go downstairs to have a look," Raeleigh said, going outside and closing the door. What followed was her letting out a sigh outside.

As the door was closed, Jepherson adjusted his lying position. Closing his eyes, he had only grown more disconcerted. His mind was in turmoil at the thought of those investigation reports. Not long after that, Raeleigh knocked on the door and went inside. Jepherson did not open his eyes at first, so she called out, "Jepherson."

Only then did he open his eyes and look at her. "Hey, what's up?"

"Drink this. This is the soup I just made. It can help you sleep better."

Raeleigh helped him sit up. He emptied the soup, and she dabbed at his mouth with a tissue paper. Afterwards, she helped him lie down. "I am going out. Rest well." "Wait a minute..."

Once Raeleigh stood up, Jepherson called out to her. Raeleigh turned around and her eyes fell on him while he held her hand. "Tell me something about your childhood. I can't fall asleep." Raeleigh went back to sit down on the bed and stroked his hair. "My memories about my childhood are vague. I'll tell you about the recollections from when I was three years old. That's the only period I can stil recall."

Sitting there, Raeleigh spoke casually, but her words had stunned Jepherson. He thought, "Three years old?"

Indeed, she had been sent away when she was three years old.

"Then, let's start from the age of three." Jepherson shifted to make some space whereas Raeleigh got onto the bed and leaned against the headboard. He then snuggled towards her legs, closed his eyes, and hugged her legs. Fondling his hair, she tried to remember the events that had transpired when she was three years old.

"I remember that when Brisa and I came out of the orphanage, she had been sobbing all the way. She cried very sadly, as if she had left her biological parents. Maybe it was because there were not many people taking care of us along the way, or maybe because the dean of the orphanage had wept so badly when we left that Brisa was very woeful and was sobbing non-stop."

"She was a little older than me, but she was truly a crybaby. Along the way, I was..."

"Then, what was your name in the past?" Jepherson asked her with a croaky voice. Raeleigh lowered her head and looked at him. "Bowie. I was called Bowie, back then."

Bowie?

Surely enough, it was her!

Raeleigh continued saying, "When I first arrived at the orphanage, the dean of the orphanage told us that our names had to be changed. Thus, I became 'Shuna', and Brisa became 'Francia'..."

"Bowie' was a nice name, but 'Shuna' wasn't," Jepherson commented. Raeleigh's eyes were still on him as she said, "In any case, it was better than 'Francia'. I really didn't like 'Francia'. I recall that Brisa refused to be called 'Francia' back in the day."

"But we had to be obedient, so I didn't defy the Dean."

"When I was asked about the new name, I nodded and said I was alright with it."

"Later, I separated with Brisa, but I don't remember why we were separated. After that, I spent most of my time with a couple of children who were about the same age as me. I wasn't used to living there at all. Soon, the children around me left one by one and went their own ways. Many families liked them and didn't like me..."

When Raeleigh lowered her head, Jepherson nodded off while leaning against her. Raeleigh frowned slightly. It seemed that the medicine had taken effect.

Seeing that he was too exhausted, she had cooked a bowl of soup which could help him sleep. She had added a small dosage of sleep-inducing medicine into the soup.

She was surprised by the extent of his weariness. Usually, this dosage would not have worked even if it was given to the children. She hesitated for a long time before she made up her mind. She had specifically checked whether it would cause harm to the heart. After all, he had a heart disease.

She didn't expect him to fall asleep so fast.

She slowly got down from the bed, helped him lie down, and covered him with the quilt.

She drew the curtains and went out, closing the door.

Noticing Raeleigh, who had exited the room, Scarlette walked to the stairs to meet her. While walking downstairs, Raeleigh said, "He is asleep."

Hearing this, Serra and the others heaved a sigh of relief.

"What happened to Mr. Jepherson? If my memory serves me correctly, I had never seen him send Stuart away." Scarlette was full of puzzlement.

Raeleigh shook her head. "How would I know something that even he himself doesn't?"

Reaching downstairs, Raeleigh went into the kitchen, and Serra followed her. Raeleigh said, "Santiago probably won't come back these few days. There's no need to wait for him for dinner. Prepare some ingredients and make broth for Jepherson."

"Also, don't prepare too much meat. Make light meals instead, or else it will be too much effort for him to eat it."

"Understood, Madam Raeleigh."

After giving instructions to Serra, Raeleigh came back. Scarlette asked her, "Don't tell me that Mr. Jepherson has found his sister, and that she has died?"

Raeleigh looked upstairs without answering. Perhaps Scarlette was right!