Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1171 Free From Any Shackles

Cynthia found it unnecessary. They had already known each other, therefore there was no need for them to get to know each other again.

She didn't extend her hand to shake Xanthus', whereas the latter didn't withdraw his hand but just stared at her. Several times, Cynthia helplessly swept her eyes over Santiago, who showed no sign of waking up. Later, she called out his name. Only then did Santiago open his eyes.

Santiago sat up and stared at the two people, who were confronting each other. Cynthia walked over. "You're awake?"

"Didn't you wake me up?" Santiago gave her a sideways glance while she lowered her head slightly.

Xanthus turned to look at them without saying anything. Santiago shot a glance at him. "Why are you here?"

"Raeleigh called me," Xanthus said while he sat next to Raeleigh, much to the displeasure of Cynthia. Her general impression of him was getting worse. Raeleigh was Jepherson's girlfriend, and they had been living together. She wondered what Xanthus was doing.

Santiago glanced at Cynthia and yawned. "I'm sleepy. Time for a nap. Leave Raeleigh to Cynthia. You'd better leave, since it's not convenient for you to stay here. Cynthia is pretty timid, so don't scare her." Santago tossed and lay down, after which Cynthia covered him with the blanket at once. She served him attentively.

Only then did Xanthus say, "I'll just sit at the side to keep Raeleigh company. I won't disturb you."

"Sure." Santiago yawned again, turned over, facing Raeleigh before he fell asleep.

Cynthia was speechless. No matter how much she had said, no one would pay her any attention. Silence settled in the ward. Sitting beside Raeleigh, Xanthus started sizing up Cynthia.

She was wearing plain but elegant clothes, all of which were given to her by Santiago. Her former style was disliked by him because she looked staid in those clothes. More precisely, Santiago hated all the things that had a trace of convention in them.

Cynthia was also an easygoing person, especially towards Santiago. As long as he liked it, she would put in a lot of effort to do it, even aligning her style and eating habits according to his preference. Xanthus didn't actually have a thing for women, and he didn't know what was going on with him. There were many women pursuing him in recent years, but he didn't take a fancy to any of them. Some of them were marked with flamboyance in their characters, some of them stood out with their gentleness, and some had good taste in fashion, but all of them failed to grab his attention.

He didn't feel anything special, as he was busy looking for his sister. In his view, almost all the women had been tagged with a 'Not My Sister' label.

Ergo, he was still a single, solo man.

Cynthia, a Cole family member, had appeared within his line of sight back in the day, but he did have an unusual feeling about her. He didn't dislike her, nor had he labelled her.

Just then, it was just on a whim that he had wanted to get to know her and let her know him in a formal manner. He did not expect her to overreact and be frightened. She had even woken up Santiago to seek protection from him. She was as delicate as a doll that had been cornered, not daring to make a sound.

Meanwhile, Cynthia was muttering in her mind, and her heart was fluttering about. In her eyes, Xanthus was really an unprincipled person. Not only had he tried to meddle in Raeleigh's and Jepherson's matter, he also kept ogling at her. It was so impertinent of him.

Even though Cynthia was disgruntled, she didn't dare to voice it out loud. She had already woken Santiago up once. It wasn't appropriate to do it again.

In the silent ward, Xanthus had been sitting for quite a while, but there was no sign of him leaving anytime soon. It gave Cynthia a feeling that he was after something from her.

Finally, Raeleigh got up, and Xanthus immediately turned to check on her. "Hey, are you up?"

Raeleigh replied, "Hmm." She had not slept too well, and that was why she rose so soon.

Rising to her feet was Cynthia, to attend to Raeleigh. She took a clean towel and was going to wipe Raeleigh's face, which was covered in sweat. Xanthus stretched out his hand. "Let me do it."

As a result, their hands touched each other, and Cynthia's hand recoiled in a heartbeat. Xanthus looked at her. "Give it to me."

She was about to blow her top, but Xanthus had already extended his hand, and he had this innocent face, which caused Cynthia to be flustered. She did not know how to react to it.

"Let me do it, and you can rest." Cynthia thought it was her duty to take care of Raeleigh. Xanthus was not obliged to do this kind of job, even if his relationship with Raeleigh was unusual.

Xanthus didn't heed her arrangement. He took away the towel from her hand and personally wiped off Raeleigh's sweat. He did it tenderly, as though he was doing it for his beloved. There was a moment where Cynthia felt the urge to push this man away from Raeleigh to protect her.

She stared at Raeleigh's tranquil countenance, wondering why Raeleigh was so obedient in front of Xanthus, and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

To Cynthia, Xanthus was clearly not a good person.

After wiping the sweat off Raeleigh's face, Xanthus sat down. He looked at Raeleigh and said, "You are very weak now. Don't expose yourself to the wind. Let's take a trip abroad after you are discharged from the hospital."

Raeleigh nodded. Cynthia cast a look at Santiago, who was sleeping on one side, and wondered when he would get up.

At the moment, she was the only person who was concerned about Raeleigh's safety. Santiago and even Raeleigh herself didn't fret about Xanthus's presence at all.

Raeleigh seemed to be fine. Xanthus stood up, washed the towel, and dried it on one side. After that, he went back and checked how warm the bowl of porridge was with his hand. It hadn't gone cold yet. Hence, he helped Raeleigh to sit up. The main thing was that Raeleigh needed to consume some food.

"It's beneficial for you to move a bit. Let's sit up for a while. I'll feed you the porridge, and then you can lie down again." Xanthus was a doctor, so Raeleigh trusted whatever he said, and she also believed that he would be kind to her.

Cynthia, who was standing at the side, was so anxious to help Raeleigh. "I'll do it."

"No, it's okay. Let me." Xanthus gave Cynthia no chance to intervene. She could only stand aside idly, feeling despondent.

It wasn't until Raeleigh had finished eating the porridge that she lay down again.

While Raeleigh was resting, Xanthus felt tired, but he didn't show any intention of leaving. Instead, he shrugged off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the washroom to brush his teeth before he came out.

Cynthia's eyes fell on the beds inside the ward. It was a spacious VIP ward, and there were four beds in total. Even so, Xanthus should not stay here, at least in Cynthia's opinion, because he was a man and an outsider.

Pursing her lips, she wore a helpless expression on her face. Both Santiago and Raeleigh had fallen asleep, so she couldn't find anyone to express her disapproval of Xanthus.

Wearily, she trudged towards one of the beds and sat down on it. Three of the four beds were occupied, so the empty one would be hers.

Raeleigh was in deep sleep. Cynthia slipped her shoes off, changed into slippers, and went to the washroom to wash up. She emerged once again, changed into a set of pyjamas.

She went back to lie down on the bed and stole glances at Xanthus, with an air of unease hanging around her. What in the world, she thought, was he going to do?

That night, everyone was absorbed in their own solitary thoughts, including Santiago.

The next morning, Raeleigh opened her eyes to the morning sunshine. She gazed out of the window, uplifting her spirits.

Anyway, she had lost the baby. Since Jepherson intended to break up, then she would oblige, if not for any other reason than to spare him from estranging himself from her and to rid the baby by any means necessary.

Now that the baby was gone, he could relax as well. Raeleigh wondered if he would henceforth be freed from any shackles that was the baby.