Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1437

By the time Raeleigh got home, Santiago was in the kitchen, on a hunt for food. He did not find any beer, but did find a tomato and planned to first pacify his protesting stomach.

When she stepped through the door, she found him with his mouth wide open, about to chomp down on it. Immediately, she stated, "Put it down."

Taken by surprise, Santiago set the tomato down. She quietly shook off her shoes and went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches as a temporary snack for him.

"It's dinner time soon. I'll be watching over you for a while. You have to cut back on certain food. I decide what goes into your mouth and what doesn't."

Raeleigh counted the ingredients in the refrigerator carefully and found the things she needed, putting them aside in preparation.

Then, they had dinner, which consisted of quite a few dishes.

Santiago stood in the kitchen nibbling sandwiches, while Xanthus helped to cook. Raeleigh asked Santiago, "How did you get the wound on your back?"

"In a fight." Santiago finished eating the last of his sandwich. She hesitated for a while and didn't say anything.

Xanthos asked, "Did someone stab you in the back?"

"No."

Raeleigh looked at him. "Then what on earth happened?"

"I was on the way to Waverly Village. There was a pickup truck that was flipped over on the road. The hook of the truck scratched me."

"Is it possible to be that sharp?" She was withholding from giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"That was what I thought too. It scratched me, and voila, there you have it."

She gazed at Santiago. She couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth, but she didn't pry further.

After the food was done, Raeleigh told Santiago to wash his hands. The three of them had dinner together.

Sitting down, she served Santiago a bowl of soup. "Drink up, and eat more of the ribs."

He didn't like ribs, so he gave it back to Raeleigh, who in turn kept giving it back to him. In the end, he forced some down his throat.

After the meal, Xanthus went to watch some television. Raeleigh asked Santiago if he needed the wound dressing to be changed, to which he said no before going upstairs to take a bath and rest. Hearing that, Raeleigh followed him upstairs. The door was not locked, so she pushed it open and went in. Santiago was just about to rip off his gauze.

Raeleigh stood at the door without any expression and simply asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, if you must know." He put down his hand and looked at her, who walked towards him and stopped a step away from him before teasing, "You've always wanted to sleep with me, right? So, who's ready to get between the sheets tonight?"

With that, Raeleigh turned around and left. Standing on the other side of the door, Santiago rubbed his smooth forehead, as if that three-pound mass of jelly inside his skull was throbbing in pain.

Thinking for a while, he walked to the door and locked it before continuing to take the gauze off. As a result, the lock clicked and the door creaked open.

When it was pushed open, he had already removed the gauze and stared at Raeleigh as she sashayed in.

She had changed into pajamas. She didn't have the compulsion of taking a bath every day. She was holding a mobile phone and a book about design.

After stepping in, she put the key on the table, closed the door, then held the book as she walked towards Santiago's bed. She tugged the quilt on one side open, then sat down and leaned against the head of the bed as she read her book.

Her phone was on the bedside.

Raeleigh was flipping through the book when Santiago turned around, grinning. "I still need to change my clothes, though."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you just change into your birthday suit and hit the sack already?" she replied without even raising her head.

Santiago was dumbstruck. With a helpless expression, he returned to the bed and said, "I can't sleep unless I take a bath."

"What else can't you do?" She raised her head to look at him. After thinking for a moment, he continued leaning against the bed. She said, "Sleep at 9 p.m. If you can't fall asleep, you might as well tell me what you were up to in the afternoon."