Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1666

Jepherson's expression darkened. He left his chair and sat next to her, asking, "Have I frightened you?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "You'd have to do more than that."

"Then why did you flinch?"

"An instinctive reaction."

Jepherson pulled Raeleigh over and patted heron her shoulder. "Raeleigh... Sometimes, even I'm afraid I'll lose my mind one day."

"You already are. Is there a need for you to wait?"

Stumped, Jepherson chuckled under his breath and hugged her tight. "I won't let you go even if I die. I'll die with you!"

Raeleigh remained silent; she'd only take it as she had met a maniac.

The day passed peacefully. Raeleigh spent the day in Jepherson's company and accompanied him back to the hotel at night. But for some reason, someone may have divulged the secret or had gossiped behind their back, but when Raeleigh was sleeping at night, Marissa showed up.

Stuart was on his break. The doormen were mere ordinary subordinates of Jepherson's. When they saw Marissa, they did not dare to stop her, nor did they notify Jepherson. It wasn't until Marissa had reached the door of his room that Jepherson received the call and got out of bed.

Jepherson fixed his pajamas and opened the door to see Marissa with Reese by her side. It was pretty scary for them to show up at his door so late at night.

It was commonplace for Reese to follow Marissa out, but it was the first time she witnessed an alluring Jepherson in violet pajamas.

Seeing Jepherson, Marissa gave him a push and barged into the room with Reese following behind, charging towards the bed. Raeleigh was worn out, thanks to Jepherson, so dead asleep that she did not sense Marissa's presence.

Marissa's anger rose as soon as she saw Raeleigh and rushed to her, lifting her walking stick to strike Raeleigh.

Jepherson was quick to react. He stepped forward and blocked her walking stick. He did not grab it, nor did he push it away. All he did was defend Raeleigh as if to say, "You want to lash out? Go ahead, beat me to death."

Marissa thwacked Jepherson on his shoulder with the stick. The blow was firm.

Jepherson frowned at the impact, stunning Marissa to stagger backward. Her hand trembled as she raised her head to gape at Jepherson. "You..."

Jepherson unbuttoned his pajamas to reveal the bruise on his shoulder and gazed at it before fixing his eyes on Marissa. "I've always thought you only disliked Raeleigh. Who would've thought... It isn't that you dislike but hate her."

"If you can hurt me like this, Raeleigh will be crippled if the strike were to land on her, won't she?"

"Grandma, you're vigorous despite your age. You may seem decrepit at usual times, but your strength boosts when giving beatings. That's enough to commit murder, let alone inflict injuries."

Jepherson covered his shoulder and took his time to button his pyjamas collectedly.

He was very disappointed in Marissa.

Marissa gnashed her teeth. "Do I have to remind you that she has a child with another man? You should've asked her to leave if you're a man. What have you been doing all this while?"

"You're right. As a man, I can't let it be. So, I will marry Raeleigh, and in a way as splendid as I can."

"You..."

Marissa held her forehead in exasperation, losing her balance, as though she was about to be fainted.

Jepherson rebuked, "Save your act for someone else. I've gone through your health report; you're even healthier than me, nor is there any problem with your heart and brain."

Marissa opened her eyes to glare at him. "Jerry, are you trying to infuriate me to death?"

"No, you're the one trying to do that to yourself."