Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 918

Raeleigh was awakened by a terrible nightmare in the middle of the night. In her dream, she had been surrounded by a group of people who were snatching her things away, leaving only her diary in her hands.

Raeleigh could only stare blankly as even her diary was taken away by Zorion.

"Give it back, that's all I have left." In her dream, Raeleigh had pleaded for Zorion to return the diary to her, but he refused and tossed it into the sea. She watched as it was swallowed by the waves. She had jumped into the ocean to look for it, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. To make matters worse, she got a cramp in her leg. Within a matter of seconds, she had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

She had jolted awake, gasping for air.

Raeleigh was trembling and had broken out in cold sweat.

The nightmare was so unsettling that she had trouble falling back to sleep. Propping herself up against the bed frame, she tried to pull herself together.

She felt suffocated, as if there was water trapped in her lungs.

Scarlette was resting in a corner of the room. When she heard the noise, her eyes flew open and she looked around anxiously.

Hastily, Scarlette turned the lights on. Then, she poured a glass of water for Raeleigh. "Was it another nightmare?"

Scarlette recalled the petrified expression on Raeleigh's face when they were in the car on the way to the hospital.

"How did you know that I have nightmares?" Raeleigh asked in surprise as she held the glass of water.

"I carried you all the way from our dorm to the school gate. Along the way, you kept muttering something about a fire. You looked as though you were in pain. Then when we were in the car, you repeated it over and over again while you were in...his arms."

Raeleigh froze for a moment. "I should be thanking you," she said slowly.

"No need to thank me. Hang on, have you experienced something like this before? When you were having a high fever, you kept saying the word 'fire'. Did you used to have high fevers frequently when you were little?" Scarlette genuinely saw Raeleigh as a friend and was concerned about

her.

Raeleigh shook her head. "My health was good as a child. I've never been in poor health as I am now nor did I have to visit the hospital several times in a month."

"Hmm, how did you develop pneumonia then? Have you ever been severely intoxicated before?"

Raeleigh recalled that her grandmother refused to tell her about the fire at the orphanage. Shaking her head again, she said, "No, I don't remember."

"That's strange," Scarlette mused to herself. "He..." Scarlette stopped.

"Don't worry, this isn't a secret." Raeleigh said with a smile. Scarlette sat down in front of her and rolled her eyes, "Even so, you have to pretend that you don't know; otherwise, Jepherson will kill me for sure."

Raeleigh glanced towards the door to the ward. "What if he already knows?"

"I don't think he does. He's so short-tempered. If I don't do something well, he'll-"

"So this is how others perceive me," Jepherson said as he walked into the ward. Scarlette's face paled in shock as she stood up. She staggered a few steps backwards before she fell and landed hard on the ground.

Jepherson walked straight up to Scarlette and asked, "Am I that horrible?"

"No.

Mr. Jepherson, you misunderstood. I was talking about Hadrian. He's the scary one. You, on the other hand, have always been very kind to me," Scarlette stammered as she stood rooted to the ground. In response, Jepherson rolled his eyes and said, "The only mistake I made was hiring you. You can't do anything right. I want you to write this sentence a thousand times—'You're a useless fool that can't do things right!"'

With that, Jepherson went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Wanting to lighten her punishment, Scarlette rushed towards the bathroom. "Mr. Jepherson, I-"

"Two thousand times," Jepherson called out nonchalantly.

Scarlette stepped forward and Jefferson said from inside the bathroom, "Three thousand times."