Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1350

Raeleigh had only taken a few bites before her phone rang. She took out her phone and looked at the screen. "I'm going back now."

The call was from Jacky, who hadn't spoken at all. Raeleigh ended the call.

"Perhaps, Jepherson has gone back. Xanthus is calling me. I must go back now."

Raeleigh put away her phone and looked at Flynt, who then stood up. "This is our only enjoyable date. It's a pity that it has to end too soon."

Flynt stood opposite Raeleigh. She remained silent for a moment, and she then said, "If you go abroad in the future, then call me. I'll treat you to a meal."

Flynt's gaze was fixed on her. "I'd prefer if you stayed here rather than go abroad."

Raeleigh kept quiet until Flynt said, "You can leave now. I'll see you off."

"There's no need for that, I came by taxi. I'll get a cab to leave as well."

Raeleigh turned around and trotted outside. Flynt walked her to the intersection. There, Raeleigh swiveled back to Flynt to take a look at him. "I'll be heading off, then."

A taxi stopped. Raeleigh opened the door and got in, waving at Flynt before leaving.

It wasn't until Raeleigh had left that Flynt looked around and turned around to go back.

As he hobbled back, he made a call.

"Follow the taxi and see where it goes."

Flynt stashed his phone away and went back to continue his breakfast. Raeleigh sent a text message to Jacky in the cab, telling him that he shouldn't pick her up, and that she would contact him.

Jacky received the message and as instructed, he did not pick Raeleigh up. Raeleigh went all the way to the entrance of the hospital by cab. After getting out, she walked into the hospital in search of Xanthus.

Xanthus heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she was back.

"You're back?"

While Raeleigh was off with Jacky, Xanthus had his heart in his throat.

Raeleigh nodded. "Xanthus, I need to go back home. I'll meet you again later."

"Go."

Xanthus patted Raeleigh on the shoulder. After that, Raeleigh went to her ward, took out her sketchbook and pencil, and began writing.

The purpose of drawing that abstract picture on Flynt's notebook was to figure out what words had been written on it. Only when she touched it could she tell what they were.

She was a designer, who had high standards for the paper she used. She could tell a lot of things from a piece of paper, including traces of handwriting on it.

Raeleigh did it slowly to piece together all the words written on the notebook.

"There's been no shortage of goods recently. Don't deliver them."

That message left Raeleigh stumped. There must be something amiss. If it was just a simple message about the goods being adequate, then Flynt could have informed the man through the phone. Why would he need to write a note?

Raeleigh wondered what it meant.

She held her head and closed her eyes, recalling the places where Santiago had said he would go. The bar would not deliver goods to the car repair store. The other places were either cafes or places for entertainment. It was impossible for a tennis club to deliver goods to Flynt's store either.

Then, what was it?

Raeleigh clutched at her head, failing to figure it out. She got up, exiting the ward as she crumpled the paper and put it into her pocket.

She went outside and paced in the corridor, deep in thought. Consequently, she accidentally collided with someone.

Raising her head to look at the person before her, she was taken aback and blushed all over.

"Mr. Richards..."

Jenna and Hansen stood in front of her arm-inarm. Raeleigh was embarrassed beyond words. Why had it been Hansen whom she bumped into?

Jenna let out a laugh. "You should call him Dad'."

Raeleigh took a look at Jenna before saying, "Dad."