Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1644

Looking at the time of death carved on the tombstone, Raeleigh then drifted her gaze to Jepherson and said, "That time, you asked me to help take care of Santiago because you wanted to deal with Lamarre's funeral?"

Jepherson lowered his eyes and produced a small notebook from his pocket to Raeleigh. "He left you this."

Raeleigh took it and opened the notebook. The first page was blank, but the rest of the book was scribbled with some words that Lamarre had wanted to say.

"Raeleigh, I'm leaving. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.

I had nothing to be proud of in my life. I had people that I loved, but I had no choice but to leave them behind with my weak body.

Still, the process was very painful.

Time isn't something terrifying. Compared to loving someone, it would become insignificant.

I've been where you are, so I know well the pain of being unable to be with the one you love, but I don't like forced love either.

All I want to say is be someone with your own principles.

Raeleigh, I didn't want you to know I was sick, so I told Santiago about what needed to be done posthumously. He was there when I was on my deathbed.

I wanted him to help deal with my stuff, but I didn't want him to tell you about my condition, so please don't blame it on him.

This book is the last thing I'm giving to you; inside is the heart and soul of my research. I hope you find it helpful and make you the most talented car designer.

You are the best designer I've ever met, Raeleigh!"

Holding the book tightly in her hands, Raeleigh looked at Jepherson. "Lamarre said he told Santiago, but he has fallen into a coma. It was you who contacted him all along, wasn't it?"

"I'd always known about Lamarre's condition. He had cancer but refused any treatment as he was optimistic in facing life and had long been indifferent to life and death.

"When Santiago learned of his illness, he forcefully sent him here for treatment, but in the end, they still failed to keep his life."

"I took over after Santiago fell into a coma. He only knew that the Richards family was paying the huge sum of treatment fee and nothing else, so I came."

Jepherson recalled the past. "You were pregnant; I can't let you take the risk."

Staring at Jepherson's determined gaze, Raeleigh thought of her first child. It was indeed very worrisome; their first child had died because of her breakdown. If her second child were to be the same, then Raeleigh...

"It's all in the past now."

Raeleigh squatted down to look at the picture on the tombstone. "Mr. Lamarre, I have my own car company now. Are you happy for me?"

Slightly surprised, Jepherson frowned. "What did you say?"

Raeleigh said, still looking at the picture, "Do you know Lanven?"

Jepherson was confused. "You're the president of the Bloom Aksea Group?"

Raeleigh nodded, saying, "Lamarre had a girlfriend who he once gave a painting of a lavender."

"I'd hoped that one day, he would come to visit me, but I didn't expect he had passed away three years ago."

Raeleigh sat in front of the tombstone, leaning against it.

Standing in front of her, Jepherson gave Raeleigh his coat. Raeleigh held the coat but didn't wear it. She asked Jepherson, "Did he leave anything else?"

"There's also a half-finished sketch." Jepherson had only discovered it when he was packing up Lamarre's stuff.

Raeleigh thought for a moment. "You still have it with you?"

"Lamarre left you some of his inheritance, but you were gone when I went back. I can't take it for myself."

Raeleigh wore a smile. "Don't tell me you don't have a kernel of selfishness at all."

"Of course I do. I want you. Don't you know that?"