Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 902

Raeleigh finally nodded. Pleased, Deanna smiled and said, "So, it's me who owes you, Raeleigh. We'll be good friends. I'll make it up to you and treat you well. Okay?"

"All right."

"Then, let's rest." Deanna was about to hop onto Raeleigh's bed when Scarlette stopped her. "Don't. I don't like you coming here. It's already a tight squeeze for both of us, so don't even think about joining in."

"Raeleigh, why don't you just sleep in my bed?" Deanna said, tugging on Raeleigh's arm.

Raeleigh couldn't refuse Deanna, so she said, "How about I sleep in my own bed? Scarlette, it's dawn already, so you should be able to sleep now."

Raeleigh wrested her quilt from Deanna and she went to lie down on her own bed.

At first, Deanna remained silent, but her eyes glittered with a calculative look. Raeleigh lay down on her bed. Scarlette thought that Raeleigh would get some rest since she stayed up all night. Anyone would feel tired after staying up all night. Scarlette decided not to go over and bother her.

However, once Deanna saw Raeleigh lying down, she immediately grabbed her quilt and went to lie by Raeleigh's side.

Raeleigh opened her eyes and looked at Deanna, who was hugging her like a pillow, just like how Scarlette was just now.

Deanna was slightly thinner than Scarlette, which is a result of her being pampered since young. Deanna had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth; she didn't even need to lift a finger to do anything.

In Novalie's words, Deanna was frail and weak.

"Deanna," Raeleigh called out, nudging Deanna. However, Deanna gave no response. She laid there obstinately, unwilling to go.

Amused, Raeleigh asked, "Do you want to strangle me?"

It was only then that Deanna loosened her grip. Furious, Scarlette raised her hand and smacked her own forehead twice. Was Deanna trying to torment her? Scarlette thought to herself.

Was Deanna sent by the gods to punish her?

The gods must have sent Deanna to make her life harder!

Plopping back on her bed, Scarlette pulled her quilt up over her head and let out a frustrated scream.

Raeleigh turned towards Scarlette, wondering if she had gone crazy.

Zorion hadn't rested all night either. After giving some instructions, he lay on his bed right away.

The four of them slept the entire morning. After lunch, Raeleigh would be getting the stitches on her hand removed.

The doctors filed into the room. Raeleigh was ready.

Unexpectedly, she wasn't nervous. As a doctor began removing the stitches from Raeleigh's hand, Deanna started to get nervous. She held Zorion's hand tightly, staring at Raeleigh's hand all the while.

Raeleigh's eyes lit up and she looked up at the doctor in front of her with amazement. Zorion watched her closely and didn't miss any of her expressions. Raeleigh was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected the back of her hand to recoverthat quickly.

When it was done, the doctors congratulated Raeleigh and themselves in succession. They had lived up to Zorion's expectations. They couldn't bear to imagine how Zorion would have treated them if they had failed.

"Thank you all," Raeleigh said gratefully as she looked at her hand.

The doctors left. There were only a few people left in the ward. Deanna hugged Raeleigh, jumping up and down in delight.