Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 846

No one in the car said a word. Soon, several people got out of the car and walked towards Black Bear's car. Shortly after, the car door was yanked open and Raeleigh and Scarlette got out of the car.

Black Bear thought for a moment and said, "If you like, then these two women are yours."

A wise man would submit to the circumstances. Black Bear thought it was just as well if he could curry favour with the Harvey family.

How many people in Capital City eagerly awaited to curry favour with the Harvey family? They all were simply stuck at not having the opportunity to do so. That day, God had opened a door for him and Black Bear was determined to grab hold of the opportunity.

So, he went with the flow and presented Raeleigh and Scarlette as gifts.

Raeleigh and Scarlette were sent to the front of the car. The person inside the car said something. Then, the car door quickly swung open. Raeleigh was invited into that car while Scarlette was led to a separate car.

Raeleigh got into the car. Several people who had just gotten off the car walked to Black Bear and pulled him aside. Then, they forced his right arm straight upwards onto a tree. Next, someone took out an iron bar, walked towards Black Bear, and without allowing him any time for negotiation, hit down hard at his outstretched arm. A loud crack was heard, followed by a pitiful scream that sounded worse than a pig that was led to the slaughter.

"You? Why are you doing this?" Black Bear was thrown to the ground. Holding onto his injured arm, he stared at the people in front of him.

One of them said, "Remember, next time, don't touch anybody else's woman. Today is a lesson. Don't appear in Capital City again from now on. Otherwise, it will not be just an arm the next time."

After that, the man in black turned around and went back towards the car. He bowed his head and said something and the person in the car seemed satisfied enough. The car then slowly departed as the fleet of cars behind followed suit.

Black Bear grimaced in pain on the ground, sweating profusely all over his body. He tried to figure out what he had touched, but he could only recall having hugged Raeleigh by her waist. Right then, his arm was lost.

When Zorion arrived, the good show had just ended, so he only witnessed the ending.

"Young Master, something seems to have happened. But it looks like they've already packed up," the driver said. Zorion looked at it and said without a care, "Let's go then."

"Yes, Master Zorion." Initially, Zorion didn't want to come, but then everything was alright. It was time to go back and report for duty.

Raeleigh sat in the car, staring at Jepherson, who was smiling at her. "Were you frightened?"

Raeleigh shook her head and pursed her lips. "Thank you."

"That's it?" Jepherson laughed. Raeleigh thought for a while and said, "I have nothing to give you."

"I haven't said it yet. How do you know whether it's true or not? Or are you afraid that I will tell you something you wouldn't dare to listen to?"

Raeleigh did not speak. She looked at Jepherson's beautiful face. The car windows had been affixed with a privacy sheet lining. Nobody could see through the tint to look at what was going on in the car. But from the inside, the view was crystal clear.

Shadows cast from the trees flashed across Raeleigh's and Jepherson's faces again and again like lost time. They were quiet and neither of them spoke a word. But in a world devoid of words, they seemed to have endless unspoken words.

Jepherson suddenly smiled funnily as he looked out of the car, and crossed his legs and his arms. In the next moment, he suddenly uncrossed his hands and patted on the empty seat beside him and said, "Scoot over."

There was no one else in the car. The driver sat in the front seat, and by his side was Stuart. So, Raeleigh moved over, with her back facing Stuart.

"So, it's nothing more," Raeleigh said with a poker face. Then, she turned her face to look aside. Jepherson held Raeleigh's hand and walked into a private dining room.

The whole restaurant had been booked, and there were no guests in it except for staff members.

Raeleigh entered the restaurant and saw several children playing the violin and carrying flower baskets in their hands. There were roses of various colors in the baskets. Each child passed them busily, as they moved to spread the flowers in hand on the table and then went on to the next. They looked like they were acting, but at the same time they did indeed look like busy bees, working hard at their tasks.

After Raeleigh was led inside, Jepherson let go of her hand, pulled out her chair, and invited her to have a seat. Raeleigh looked left and right before sitting down in her chair.

Soon, the waiter came from the side door and began to serve the food. They sat for a while. Then, Jepherson invited her to eat, and Raeleigh held the knife and fork, and began to eat. Although she did not eat Western food, it was not difficult for her to learn to enjoy it.

Raeleigh was silent as she ate. She and Jepherson had nothing to say, so they grew quieter as they ate.

Jepherson rarely touched alcohol. He liked drinking tea. But that day, he drank a little, and he also poured some red wine for Raeleigh.

Raeleigh didn't touch her drink, and Jepherson didn't force her. He drank some himself. As he ate, Jepherson kept an eye out for Raeleigh's preferences and learnt from his observation what she liked and disliked.

Jepherson would have sent people to investigate them, but he didn't like results obtained in such a manner.

There were things that he wanted to experience personally. It was skin to sampling tea. Whether or not the flavor profile of the tea matched its fragrance can only be known if one tasted it personally. What Jepherson wanted was exactly this process, wherein every tiny discovery was made by and owned entirely by himself.

For him, even watching Raeleigh eat was a form of enjoyment, with happiness at its core.