Raeleigh shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Then let's talk about what happened before the incident."
Jepherson did not give up and neither did Raeleigh answer him. She squinted her eyes.
"How did he meet you? Was he the one who came to pick you up when you left?"
This had been a thorn in his side and he could not let it go.
He hadn't wanted to ask, but his strong desire to know had won over.
Jepherson was lying on his back, waiting for an answer not forthcoming. "Raeleigh... do you love him?"
"If I love him, will you release Cynthia and let me go?" Raeleigh regretted coming here. If she'd stayed there and continued searching for Cynthia, he would let her go one day. At this moment, however, she couldn't even leave. Jepherson didn't seem to want to let her go at all.
"No," Jepherson said firmly. Raeleigh opened her eyes and thought for a moment, then closed
them.
"I don't know if this is right or wrong. I never expected you to do this."
"Raeleigh, don't you think our bodies fit each other so well?"
When Raeleigh didn't answer, Jepherson said, "I'll let you go if he comes to you."
Raeleigh opened her eyes. "If he doesn't come, are you going to imprison me for the rest of my life?"
"If he doesn't come, it means that you don't have him anymore. Why do you have to leave?"
"I'm tired. Let's rest."
Raeleigh closed her eyes and pulled the quilt over herself. They'd been over this many times, but they failed to reach a consensus each time. It looked like there was no other way but to find a way to escape.
After waiting for her for a while, Jepherson still wanted to know something, but she had fallen asleep. Jepherson stretched out his hand trying to roust her, but she had slipped into a deep slumber.
Only then did Jepherson doze off.
Raeleigh woke up early in the morning. She had not have a good night's sleep at all.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Jepherson's sleeping face in front of her, looking like a child. She carefully looked at his face, which was as delicate and smooth as a woman's.
Raeleigh smiled despite herself. It was a pity that such a rosy complexion found itself on a man's face.
Turning over, she got out of bed. When she was washing up, Jepherson woke up and went to the bathroom. He walked to the door and pulled her back to bed, pressing down on her.
Raeleigh was unable to resist. Jepherson had the upper hand with his weight and strength.
He trained his gaze on her, and she wondered why.
After everything was over, Jepherson lay down for a while before they took a bath together then had their meal.
The moment they sat down, they saw the magazine that Stuart had placed there. It was talking all about Jepherson's words from the banquet. There wasn't a cover page, but everyone knew that Jepherson was the one who'd said those words.
"What's this for? Trying to make me sick?"
Jepherson threw out this question casually, and Stuart said, "Everyone's talking about you and
Madam Raeleigh. What do you think about this?" "Leave them be, they can say whatever they like. How's the preparations for your wedding going?"
"I don't want to be rude but we should really stay on the subject, Mr. Jepherson. I have something to show you."
Stuart took out a photo and showed it to Jepherson. At first, Jepherson did not care, but later...
Seeing that the woman in the wedding dress was Raeleigh, and the man beside her was not him, Jepherson's eyes turned menacing.
"Who asked you to investigate this?" Jepherson's expression darkened as he asked in a low voice.
Stuart said, "I found out about it by accident. I didn't investigate it on purpose."
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