Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1181

Raeleigh shut her eyes, ruminating for a while. To tell the truth, she shouldn't have come here. If she had not come, then those numerous distressing events might not have transpired in the first place. She felt that with fame came trouble, and it was also courtesy of these troubles that she had wound up in her current state.

It would be great, she thought, if she could leave here and return to her original life.

Rousing from his dream, Jepherson gasped. He got up and went to take the medicine for his heart disease. After taking it, any hint of grogginess was cleared away. He put on some clothes and stood by the glass window, gazing out at the outside world.

It was still the original place, and the city was still colorful, but it was ironically unpleasant to him.

He looked up at the ceiling, which was decked like a starry sky. Back then, when he worked together with Raeleigh to design it, he had liked it so much that he couldn't phrase his satisfaction. But right then, without her presence, everything was beautiful no more.

After standing there momentarily, he turned around and sat down on his bed. He leaned against the headboard and browsed the photos taken on his phone. There was one where Raeleigh had kicked off the quilt while she was asleep. He found it uproarious, but the smile suddenly froze on his face. He leaned against the headboard, and any semblance of a smile was spirited away.

He had a fitful sleep the night before. For those who had heart diseases, lack of sleep could lead to fatality.

Consequently, he was bed-bound the next day.

When Santiago came out of the university, he received a phone call from Stuart, saying that Jepherson was in peril and asking Santiago to visit him.

Santiago kept his phone and went to the hotel. When he reached the upper floor of the hotel, what came into his sight was people bustling about, and Stuart was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Santiago entered the room to check on Jepherson. "What happened to him?"

"He had a seizure," Stuart answered right away. He had been waiting for a long time for Santiago to come.

Santiago went in and found a spot to sit down, watching those people make themselves busy. It wasn't until they had left that he asked Jepherson, "As far as I'm concerned, you have recovered, no?" "He has, but he can't stay up late. He didn't sleep last night. So, things got worse," Stuart replied on behalf of Jepherson. Santiago slouched against the seat. "Apparently, you have one foot in the grave, I guess."

Jepherson's eyes were closed, and his torso was entirely naked. There were a number of medical instruments around him, with many tubes stuck all over his body.

A quilt was covering his lower body. From the looks of it, Santiago guessed that he was wearing a pair of pants.

Jepherson said, "Stuart, go and get your rest outside. Santiago will take care of me."

"Yes, Mr. Jepherson."

Stuart turned around and went outside, closing the door.

After Stuart left, Santiago said, "Are you trying to forfeit your life in the name of love?"

Jepherson grunted. Santiago was a natural at annoying Jepherson back to life, and his words were akin to verbal defibrillators.

Santiago said no more whereas Jepherson lay on the bed.

For some unknown reason, Jepherson couldn't fall asleep before this, no matter how hard he had tried, but he succeeded after Santiago came and sat aside.

Santiago yawned as he watched Jepherson drift into unconsciousness. Even he wanted to doze off.

Getting up, he went outside to look for Stuart, telling him, "Wake him up later and give him the nutrition injections. Provide him with whatever his body is lacking. He doesn't know what the injections are about. Tell the doctor to show me the prescription. I want to see results. If not, then you know the consequences."

"I'll come again to keep him company tonight. If by then he isn't already asleep, then ask them to wait on the roof of this building tomorrow. I'm going to push them down, one by one. Pass this message around, word for word. If my brother is ill, then there will be no peace for them."

With that, Santiago strutted away. Stuart was dumbstruck for a moment before he followed him out. When they arrived at the elevator lobby, he asked, "Are you going back now, Mr. Santiago?"