Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1709

Raeleigh knew Callis was worried about her, so she made no comments about his behavior. For Raeleigh, Callis needed someone to take care of him, but he had his way of thinking.

Plus this mindset of his had already taken shape, and it would be difficult to change it.

As she gazed at Callis's clean yet mature countenance, Raeleigh closed her eyes and fell asleep.

It grew quiet inside the ward. Xanthus stared at Callis's back and frowned slightly. "Your back reminds me of a certain someone."

Callis just sat there as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He did not turn at his remark, and Xanthus was also tired. The problem wasn't due to age but mental stress. He would have to take a long break for now. Otherwise, he would really throw himself off a cliff.

And he could stay and take care of Raeleigh in the meantime as well.

Xanthus made himself comfortable and began to doze off. The ward was now completely quiet. Callis's eyes stayed on Raeleigh, and for the following couple of days, his gaze never stRhysed from her, not even for food or sleep.

But he burned out in the end. By the time Raeleigh got out of bed, he had fallen asleep from fatigue, three days straight at that. Even when Raeleigh was ready to be discharged, he still hadn't woken up.

She waited for the whole of that morning for him to get up before she woke him up herself.

Raeleigh returned to the manor, and Callis returned to work, but he took up another daily task of taking care of Raeleigh.

Particularly during the evening, he would knock on Raeleigh's door and provide bone broth for her.

"Callis, I don't need to drink this every day." Raeleigh had had enough. She stood at the door, not intending to take the broth from him, but he wouldn't budge, patiently waiting for her to take it.

Raeleigh felt both frustrated and amused. Not being able to speak had its advantages for sure.

Resigned, Raeleigh took the bone broth; only then did Callis leave. Watching him as he turned, she asked, "Your brother still doesn't know you're here. Do you want to send him a text?"

Callis turned and looked at Raeleigh, his expression somewhat baffled. Raeleigh said, "Hand me your phone; I'll call him for you."

Once he handed her his phone, she proceeded to make the call.

The dial tone rang in her ear, but it took quite a while for someone to pick up.

Fortunately enough, someone did.

Raeleigh explained to Leander what was going on. He took it easily enough, saying he was in the midst of work and wouldn't be able to return either. He also told her to keep in touch and that he felt assured to leave Callis in Raeleigh's hands.

After a quick chat, Leander ended the call.

Raeleigh looked at the phone with a troubled heart. Though it wasn't implied, she feared Leander had made his own plans, and Callis was left on the wayside.

They may be close; nothing was forever, however.

Raeleigh stayed up all night. The next morning, she went to find Callis. She told him to put down his work for the day and took him out for a stroll.

Raeleigh liked watching the sea. She could feel the sea breeze there and thought it was more pleasant than any other time.

But since Raeleigh's hand was still recovering, Xanthus didn't allow her to go as he nagged and lectured her about it, so she could only sit in the car and eagerly look at the sea like a child going there for the first time.

Callis sat in the front passenger seat, looking between the sea and Raeleigh from time to time.

They remained so for two, three hours. Then Raeleigh came back to reality and asked Callis, "Have you and your brother been in contact frequently lately?"

He stared at her but didn't answer and got out of the car instead. Then he walked around to Raeleigh's side, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders before he held out his hand to her.

Bewildered, Raeleigh looked up at Callis. Recently, she had given Callis her brother's clothes to wear. When she was free, she would ask Xanthus if he had any clothes he would like to give away since some of them had been left in the closet to collect dust for several years. When Raeleigh noticed this, she would bring it over for Callis.

Xanthus just had too many clothes, and he couldn't even recall what he had. Whenever Callis wore his clothes, he would question why they looked familiar and remark how Callis wore them like it was tailor-made for him.

Every time Xanthus said so, a particular someone would always pop up in his mind.

Raeleigh said that the clothes were a little bigger and a little smaller in size, so they all had the same effect.

But when Callis saw her giggle, he stopped in the middle of the sandy stretch and spun her around. Raeleigh froze for a moment before she let loose a joyous laugh. At the sound, Callis simply spun her around again.

Raeleigh lay in his arms and laughed uncontrollably whereas Callis had not a single smile on his face.

They left the beach and were on their way back when Raeleigh received a phone call. Soon after she picked up, her face immediately turned pale.

Raeleigh put down the phone and told the chauffeur to send Callis back first as she got down from the car midway.

She then hailed for a taxi to desNorahtions unknown and left just like that.

Callis was ill at ease, wanting to get down from the car as well, but the chauffeur told him that he couldn't stop, and Miss Raeleigh would disagree.

When Callis arrived at the manor, Xanthus wasn't there either. He called Raeleigh, but she didn't pick up.

Until Raeleigh came back, Callis had done nothing but stood behind the window. The servants and Bernardo reassured him that it was all right; it wasn't the first time a similar thing had happened, and they would be back after settling their business.

But Callis stood behind the window still. At present, even Jared wasn't at the manor's entrance, unaware as to where he had gone.

Three days had passed when Raeleigh returned during the night, and Callis didn't have a bite to eat, only taking a few sips of water at most during the time.

The servants were all convinced Callis's temperament was too obsNorahte, absolutely stubborn.

Raeleigh came through the door with the same clothes she wore that day on the beach, Callis's coat still draped around her. She looked as if she was about to drop dead from exhaustion as she entered, her haggard face as white as a sheet of paper.

She looked up and saw Callis just then, who had stood by the door. She forced a smile as she asked. "Why are you here?"

Raeleigh checked the time and saw that it was already ten.

It was time for bed.

Callis walked to Raeleigh, pulled her into his arms, and held her tight.