Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 891

Jepherson left the Moore family and returned to the Richards Group Manor. The first thing he did on the way was to call Raeleigh.

Raeleigh froze instinctively when she answered the phone, nipping to the bathroom. After that, Jepherson sent a text message to Raeleigh.

The content was very simple: "Everything is in order."

Raeleigh did not reply. She felt that there was no need for her to reply him. Holding the phone, Jepherson looked out of the window with satisfaction, the expression of a young man who did not know worry.

Stuart sat in front of him and asked, "Mr. Jepherson, are you sure we don't need to tell anyone about this?"

"Stop meddling." Jepherson glanced at Stuart, his eyes full of contempt and impatience. He shifted his gaze away and continued to stare out of the window.

Raeleigh came out of the bathroom and noticed that Scarlette was standing outside the door, waiting for her turn. When she saw Raeleigh coming out, she hurried in.

Raeleigh could only shake her head, then went to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and sat down on the bed.

Raeleigh was an introvert. When others did not speak, Raeleigh could remain silent all the time. Even if others did, Raeleigh would make still her appearance inconspicuous.

This was different from other girls. Scarlette loved to mess around with Deanna. On the other hand, Raeleigh was not like them, as she spent most of her time reading. It was as if there was a treasure in her book. When Raeleigh read, she could be immersed in it for a long time. If no one disturbed her, she would be able to read without a care for the world.

Zorion was not a person who liked to mess around, and Deanna's character was just the polar opposite of his. There were very few people they had come into contact with since childhood. As Deanna liked to play, Zorion would accompany her. Deanna now had a new friend, Scarlette. Hence, she had long ignored Zorion.

Zorion leaned on the bed, looking at Raeleigh. Raeleigh also felt that he was looking at her, and very intently at that. Nonetheless, she did not want to pay attention to it because she could not do much about it.

It was time for dinner. Someone knocked on the door of the ward. Zorion stood up and walked toward the door. When he opened the door, Raeleigh also looked up.

Zorion moved a little. The maid pushed the multilayered cart into the room from the door. Raeleigh put down the book in her hand and got out of the quilt. When she got down from the bed and took a look at it, she helped out.

"Let me do it," Raeleigh said, as she was going to push the cart. Then, Zorion chimed in, "It's ok. You stay put. You shouldn't be using your hand much."

Raeleigh took a look at her bandaged hand. "It's all right now. My hand has begun to recover these two days. It's a little itchy inside."

The purpose of Raeleigh's words was to make Zorion feel assured. On the contrary, Zorion's handsome face showed a trace of worry. He let go of the cart in his hand, took Raeleigh's wrist, and examined it. Then, he knitted his eyebrows tightly. "Does it hurt?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "It's ok. It might be lipoma."

"Lipoma?"

Zorion did not understand the correlation between lipoma and it being itchy. He looked down at Raeleigh's mummified hand, with the bandages and all, then turned around and ordered, "Call the doctor."

Raeleigh froze for a while and followed him to the door. "Let's have our meal first. There's no need for us to go. My hand is fine."

"We'll be more at ease if we check it out. We can eat later." Zorion was not very hungry. He turned to Raeleigh and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Raeleigh shook her head. She did not do anything all day. How could she be hungry?

Their breakfast was at seven o'clock. It seemed that all she did was eat, and she could have gained two pounds in the past two days.