Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1664

"We were classmates."

As Flynt spoke, his eyes fell on Raeleigh, "When have you returned?"

"I don't remember a Mr. Moore in my class. Have you mistaken me for someone else?" Raeleigh exchanged a glance with Jepherson. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Catching the hint, Jepherson smirked before he turned to Flynt. "It seems that Mr. Moore has indeed mistaken."

Stepping forward, Jepherson withdrew his hand from Raeleigh's, placed it on her waist and led her into the restaurant. When they walked past Flynt, Raeleigh turned to look at Jepherson, who was staring ahead.

Raeleigh asked, "Who's he?"

Jepherson replied, "Since you don't know him, don't ask."

Flynt turned to focus his eyes on Raeleigh that had long passed by him and called out to her, "Raeleigh."

Raeleigh came to an abrupt stop, turned around and asked, "How do you know my name?"

Flynt furrowed his brows; his gaze, fathomless.

"Have you lost your memory?"

Raeleigh locked her curious gaze on Flynt. "Sorry?"

Jepherson pulled Raeleigh's hand over to him and turned around, leading her away while announcing, "He thinks you resemble one of his acquaintances."

"Jepherson, what did you do to her?"

Jepherson ignored his question while Raeleigh looked over at Jepherson as the two made their way into a private room. Raeleigh settled on a chair and looked in the direction of the door, asking, "Had he really just mistaken me for someone else?"

Jepherson retorted, "What else?"

Raeleigh said no more while Flynt stood rooted to the spot before he turned around and left.

Later, the manager of the restaurant entered the room and informed Jepherson that Flynt had left. Upset, Jepherson shoved the plates to the side.

The manager approached Jepherson in haste and said, "Mr. Jepherson, we were also surprised Flynt would dine here. He booked the room under someone else's name, which was the woman beside her. That's why he managed to enter the restaurant."

Sitting aside, Raeleigh picked up the menu. "How about a four-course dinner?"

Hearing Raeleigh's voice, the manager approached her and jotted down her orders.

The manager stood in front of Raeleigh, not daring to move. Raeleigh gave Jepherson a kick on the shin under the table. Only then did he say, "Go ahead."

With that, the manager swiftly brought their orders to the kitchen. After the manager left, Raeleigh said, "Now that Flynt has seen me, he won't sit back and do nothing."

"I'd like to see if he has the guts." Jepherson gnashed his teeth, his face cold to the extreme. Raeleigh fixed the table and pointed out, "He can work things out under the table."

With a snort, Jepherson threatened, "If he dares do it again, I'll make sure the grim reaper waves him hello."

Jepherson's curse did nothing to dispel his displeasure, and he had not gotten much of an appetite either.

Raeleigh, on the other hand, ate leisurely.

Rendering Jepherson mesmerized.

"Do you hate me that much?" Jepherson questioned with his eyes squinted.

Raeleigh took a sip of soup and wiped her mouth.

"What are you talking about?"

Jepherson pulled a long face. "Admit it. You hate me to the bones."

"Alright then."

Stuffed, Raeleigh got up to move about in the room. Jepherson didn't focus on the meal but stared at Raeleigh instead, who feinted indifference because it would do her no harm.

Wearing out, Raeleigh suggested heading back. Only then did they leave the restaurant.

Raeleigh had thought everything would be fine after leaving the restaurant, but to her dismay, she spotted the car parked not far from them as soon as she was out the door. She recognized the Moore family's emblem; although it was different from Jepherson's, all government officials used the same cars and were easily recognizable.

Seeing Raeleigh, Flynt emerged from it, closed the door, and gazed at her.

As Flynt came into her sight, Raeleigh threw a glance at Jepherson, who then looked at her and urged, "Let's go."

As they reached their car, the chauffeur opened the door for them to enter. The moment the door shut, Jepherson's face sank as he commanded, "Call Hadrian and check what he's doing."

"Yes, sir."

The chauffeur nodded and dialed Hadrian's number, who answered the call in two shakes. Sitting in the back seat, Jepherson added, "Contact Jacky and tell him to come over."

The chauffeur passed the message to Hadrian, who obliged. Raeleigh could hear his voice drifting out of the receiver.

Hanging up, Jepherson leaned against his seat with his eyes closed while holding Raeleigh's hand. Raeleigh grasped the opportunity to say, "Let me go home and release Cynthia."

Jepherson tightened his grip on Raeleigh's hand. "No."

Raeleigh's eyes fell on him. "You should be aware that if I stay, it'll only bring us more trouble."

"I'll protect you."

Jepherson opened his eyes and fixed them on Raeleigh. He would never let her go again, ever.

Raeleigh replied with resignation, "What if Flynt abducts me again?"

"I'm personally keeping an eye on you this time. The same thing will never happen again."

"What if?"

"No what-ifs."

No matter what Raeleigh said, Jepherson would not agree to let her go. As they arrived at the hotel, Jepherson got out of the car and led Raeleigh into the hotel. Once they entered, he received a report that a car stalked them on their journey back.

Jepherson strode to the front of the elevator and stopped, turning around to look at his subordinate and instructed, "See what they are after. Don't let them get close. If they try, call the police and arrest them."

"Yes, sir."

The two stepped into the elevator up to their room. Jepherson rummaged through the drawer and retrieved a pair of binoculars, then adjusted the lenses to look out the window. Raeleigh stood behind him, not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. It was a jaw-dropping fact that he had even had binoculars in the hotel room.

Raeleigh took a shower before she went to bed. Jepherson placed the binoculars aside, undressed, and went to take a shower. By the time he emerged from the bathroom, Raeleigh had fallen asleep.

Getting into bed, he gave her a light tug and rested, seeing that she showed no response.

Jepherson turned to Raeleigh when he woke up the next morning, "When is he going to come?"

Raeleigh replied in amusement, "How would I

know?" "Call him."

"What are you trying to do?"

"Tell him to come over."

Jepherson got out of bed and changed while Raeleigh followed behind. "Cynthia is innocent; whatever you want to do is between us. You should release her, shouldn't you?"

"Will you stay if I do that?"

Jepherson looked over at Raeleigh, who shook her head.

"Then what's the point of talking about this?"

It was another distressing morning. It wasn't the first time they argued on the matter, and sure enough, the conversation ended in a tiresome impasse.

What was mystifying was that no matter how irritated Jepherson was, he would hold Raeleigh's hand tightly whenever they left their room, as though their bickering didn't concern him at all.

The chauffeur could tell that Jepherson was even happy to quarrel with her.

When Jepherson and Raeleigh got into the car, Raeleigh instantly noticed that the chauffeur was casting them with a strange glance, but he averted his eyes from her face in no time.

Calmly driving along the way, the chauffeur sent Raeleigh and Jepherson to the entrance of the company, thoughtfully opening the door for them upon their arrival. It was not until they had gotten out of the car that he heaved a sigh of relief.