Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1598

Callis's injuries were not too severe, only a long gash on his back. He was fine after Xanthus treated him, but he kept his gaze on the nervous teen as he sat on the sofa.

Seeing that he was all right, Raeleigh immediately put a glass of water in the nervous teen's hands. "Drink some water. It's alright; just tell your parents the whole story when they're here."

Raeleigh was afraid of frightening the teen; a kid his age would be in between being sensible and not.

He would be treated as an adult when things happened, but at the same time he was still unable to handle them.

Raeleigh waited for the teenager to speak. However, he was so nervous that he dared not look up. He held a cup in his hands, sweating profusely, and kept swallowing his saliva.

Jacky came over after hearing about what had happened. The people outside were all Jacky's men, so he came in without knocking.

Finding the scene in the living room strange, he asked, "What's going on?"

Raeleigh looked up at Jacky and explained, "This boy here almost hit me with his bike; Callis took the impact for me and got himself injured. He's fine now, but the boy's frightened."

Jacky walked to the teen and clamped his chin, forcing him to look up. Horrified, the teen's hand flinched, and the glass in his hand fell, shattering it, leaving water all over the floor.

Jacky's eyes were laced with a cold and merciless light as he stared at the teenager, asking, "Who sent you?"

Trembling, the teen stuttered. "I..."

"I don't know."

Standing aside, Raeleigh fixed her gaze at the murderous Jacky. She couldn't understand what Jacky was trying to do, but from the looks of it, the teenager had done it deliberately.

Raeleigh then directed her gaze at the pale, frightened teenager and couldn't help asking, "He's only a teenager. Could he have any bad intentions?"

Jacky gritted his teeth. "It's exactly because he's young and still can't make a good judgment that he's used."

Raeleigh didn't answer. Jacky wasn't wrong.

With that, she no longer said anything. Everyone had different perspectives on even one thing. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

What Raeleigh knew most was design. But she grew up with a different past from the norm, so she was well aware of what to do and when.

Still fixing her gaze at the teenager, she recalled the situation at that time. Although she wasn't paying attention, the situation was uncalled for; she was sure no one was there a second before the incident.

The teenager came out of nowhere. Even if his bike was faulty, his appearance was too strange. And at the time, there were only two possibilities.

One was that the teenager had observed her for a long time and was ready to take action at any time. The other was that the teenager had turned a corner at some point and accidentally hit her. But Raeleigh clearly remembered that there was no turning or alleys nearby. So it was credible to say it was premeditated.

Jacky still clamped the teenager's chin in his hand, and Raeleigh was speechless. It was the first time she had seen a man grabbing another man's chin to the point that it looked like something straight out of a romantic movie.

If Deanna saw this, how would she react?

Jacky sneered. "You'd better cooperate with me now, or you won't get the chance to confess when your parents come."

The teenager continued to tremble. "Jacky... I really don't... don't know."

Jacky released his grip and turned to Callis, sweeping his gaze across his face, asking, "You good?"

Callis replied, "I'm fine."

"Thank you for your help. You don't have to work on the construction site anymore; you're responsible for protecting Raeleigh." Jacky said decisively.

Stumped, Raeleigh had wanted to refuse as she thought the teenager probably didn't mean it, and Jacky was making a big deal out of it. However, when she saw Callis's gradually pale face and thought how everyone would make fun of him every day when he went to work at the construction site, she didn't say anything more.

"Leander, you too. Stay here and protect Raeleigh. I will double your salary."

With that, Jack turned to the teenager. "You can say nothing, but I can kill you and make you regret your choice today."

Raeleigh glanced at Jacky. "He is still a child. Don't use such a threatening tone; it's not right."

Society was already chaotic enough. It was because adults brought bad influences to the children, the world became more chaotic.

Jacky would still listen to Raeleigh, but he also said, "Kindness can also kill. You should know well that if you're even the slightest bit careless, you'll die in the chaos."

"I'm not doing it for you but Santiago."

Stumped, Raeleigh felt as if a knife had sliced her heart open. Tears filled her eyes as she choked with sobs.

Raeleigh heaved a light breath, turned around, and held onto the armrest of the sofa for support as she sat down.

Nearly in an instant, Raeleigh felt that the whole world was collapsing. She had difficulty breathing, and her face turned horrifyingly pale.

Xanthus was still mad at Raeleigh in the beginning. He couldn't believe she, a pregnant woman, had brought two people home. What if something happened to her?

She had been told countless times at critical moments that she was not God and that she couldn't change the world, but she just wouldn't listen.

She only had to take care of herself, and not interfere with others.

But she just wouldn't listen. That kindness of hers wasn't kindness but foolishness.

Xanthus hadn't said a word because of this, but he still rushed to her, seeing her situation. The medical equipment was placed in the living room; he had prepared two sets in case of any emergencies. He was always worried that Raeleigh would be in danger, so he was all prepared.

Xanthus got down on one knee and felt Raeleigh's sweaty forehead.

"Breathe; deep breaths."

Sure enough, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Xanthus first comforted Raeleigh before checking on her. He gave Raeleigh a box of zinc gluconate, something to ease the emotions during pregnancy. It would definitely work. He was a doctor, after all, and he knew this was a shortcut.

Raeleigh's lips were pale, her mouth slightly opened. Seeing that she couldn't even drink, he got up and poured it into Raeleigh's mouth.

She finally calmed down, slowly regaining her responsiveness. But she didn't cry, forcing her tears back.