Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1171

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 Moore 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."