Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1070

After wrapping himself in a bath towel, Santiago walked to the bed while drying his hair. Then, he turned around and sat down.

Jepherson leaned against the cabinet beside him. After drying his hair, Santiago looked at Jepherson and asked, "How is she?"

"She's alright," Jepherson answered. Sweeping his gaze at Santiago, he asked, "Did you send her back?"

"Yes, I did."

"Try to be more careful in the future. Flynt has a close relationship with his second sister. He won't let us go so easily."

"Why do I care?" Santiago remained unperturbed.

"They won't hurt you, but it's better to be careful. Dad dotes on you. If you get hurt, then he'll never forgive me."

Jepherson stood up and went outside. With a cold snort, Santiago removed his bath towel, ran his fingers through his hair, and went to bed.

After closing the door, Jepherson told Serra, who was downstairs, "Cook some noodles for Santiago and ask him if he wants them."

"Yes." Serra hurried into the kitchen to make noodles. Jepherson took off his clothes as he walked into Raeleigh's room. He entered the room and took a shower before going to bed.

Raeleigh felt cold and curled up into a ball in bed. However, she still turned around and snuggled in Jepherson's arms.

It was said that the relationship between husband and wife would not last long, and they wouldn't have a strong bond like that of children and their parents, which could last for a lifetime.

The maximum amount of time a couple would last was around ten years, while the least would only last for one or two months. But according to experts, under normal circumstances, when a man was healthy, a couple's relationship could last for four years.

Raeleigh didn't know how many percent of their love could be sustained, but in that limited period of time, she must appreciate and enjoy it to the fullest.

Jepherson lowered his gaze at Raeleigh, who seemed lovely. She looked like she needed his protection.

After kissing Raeleigh on her head, Jepherson turned off the lights.

Raeleigh muttered under her breath, "Is he back?"

"He's back."

Raeleigh said nothing more, and only then did they have a rest.

Jepherson woke up Tristany the next morning. He got off the bed and put on some clothes.

He stretched his body a little bit as he went down the stairs. After having breakfast, Jepherson asked Raeleigh to come downstairs. He was planning to take her out for a walk afterwards.

"I'll pass. There will be rumours if people see us together." Raeleigh didn't want anyone to see them together. She wouldn't be able to explain to Paige if people found out.

"What's wrong with people seeing us?" Jepherson was displeased, and his face darkened.

"Didn't we agree not to interfere in my life? Why are you putting on such an unpleasant face?" Raeleigh wasn't like Deanna. She wouldn't give in to such tactics.

Jepherson was stunned for a while before explaining, "I don't want you to be stuck here. It's good for your health to go for a walk."

"I reckon going to the company is a better choice. Even if someone sees us, they won't say anything." Raeleigh wanted to use her identity as a designer to conceal her relationship with Jepherson. In that way, she would have an opportunity to explain herself even if they were caught.

Lamarre said with great confidence. Raeleigh didn't dare to interrupt him.

However, after thinking for a while, Raeleigh asked, "Do you have other students?"

Lamarre lifted his eyebrows. "No, why?"

"Nothing." Raeleigh was nervous. She didn't know if she had misheard him. She clearly heard Lamarre say that she was his apprentice. The previous apprentice...

Raeleigh blushed slightly once she knew Lamarre had meant that he was not going to accept apprentices anymore. It didn't mean that he had other apprentices other than her. How could she be so dumb?

Raeleigh forced a smile. Lamarre glanced at Raeleigh and said, "What made you want to learn car designing?"

"I wanted to learn car design after high school. When I was a child, I drew paintings, and my art teacher always said that I have the potential to be a designer. Later, I decided that I wanted to be a car designer when I was in high school," Raeleigh explained. Lamarre asked, "Why?"

"When I was ten years old, I saw a child getting out of a car. It was beautiful, and at that moment, I knew that I wanted to design cars like that."

"What happened after that? Which family does the kid belong to? Has he ever seen the car you designed?"

Raeleigh was stunned for a moment before she shook her head. "I've never met him after that. I only remember what he looked like. He was from a wealthy family. I don't remember anything else. The car was black. That's all I can recall. Perhaps, since I was young, I thought the car was beautiful, and I wanted to sit in it."

Raeleigh told the truth. After hearing that, Lamarre nodded with satisfaction. "You're honest."

Raeleigh froze for a moment. "Mr. Lee, how do you know if I'm not lying?"

"I can see it in your eyes. I'm an expert at knowing one's character. You don't look like you come from an ordinary family. Who are your parents?" Lamarre had never looked at her resume. Even if he got it, he wouldn't take a second look. He didn't believe people based on what they had said they were and would interact with them to get to know them more.