Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1710 Busted

Raeleigh tilted her head, her thoughts clicking into place, knowing he was worried. Then she patted him

with her good hand. "I'm fine; I just had something to deal with that I can't tell you."

Callis did not let go and kept hugging her.

The others in the house kept their gaze at the two. Amused, Raeleigh said, "What are you doing,

hmm? I'm fine, aren't I?"

He bent down, picked Raeleigh up, and took her to her room. As he passed by Novalie's door, he took

a gander at it before continuing to Raeleigh's room. He pushed the door open and put her on the bed.

Callis tucked her in and placed his hand over Raeleigh's eyes, motioning for her to sleep.

Raeleigh breathed a laugh, touched by his care. She held up her hand and tried to pull his hand down,

only to fail. He was too stubborn!

Defeated, she let go and said, "Alright, I'll take a nap."

It didn't take long for Raeleigh to fall asleep. After she did, Callis slowly took his hand away and got up, NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

walking to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and called Jared.

"I lost her around Noah's Ark. I couldn't track her after that."

Anyone who could shake Jared off his tracks was no average joe.

After a while, Callis stepped out and sat down beside Raeleigh.

She was sleeping soundly. She hadn't rested for days; even someone in the pink would burn out.

Besides, Raeleigh wasn't in the best shape.

That was why she was out cold.

Exiting her room, Callis used sign language to ask a servant whether Xanthus had returned. The

servant shook his head.

With that, Callis returns to her room, locking the door from the inside.

After taking off his clothes, he walked toward Raeleigh.

...

Raeleigh only woke up the next day. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in bed with

Callis, whose collarbone was slightly showing. He had also fallen asleep.

Raeleigh swept her gaze across the room. It was dark, and she had no idea how long she had slept.

However, as soon as she moved, Callis opened his eyes and looked at her.

Raeleigh froze for a moment.

Staring at his eyes, Raeleigh thought she was imagining things.

She then rubbed her eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

He showed Raeleigh his watch, and she confirmed that it was ten at night. It felt as though time itself

had been fast-forwarded.

She got out of bed and said, "I need to leave to deal with something. You wait for me at home."

With that, Raeleigh headed downstairs, grabbed her coat, and walked out without even having a meal.

Callis followed her all the way to the door. Outside, Raeleigh took a glance at Jared before getting into

her car, driving away.

Jared followed right behind while Callis still stood at the door and waited.

Until his cell phone rang.

Raeleigh successfully shook Jared off again.

After putting away the phone, Callis went back into the house.

Raeleigh finally returned after waiting for two more days. This time, she told him she would have to be

away for some time but unsure when exactly she would return. If anything, he could text her; she would

check her phone from time to time.

Raeleigh was ready to leave after packing her luggage only to see Callis carrying his, prepared to

follow her when she went downstairs.

She asked in amusement, "What are you doing?"

He stood still, not saying a word, waiting for her to say he could follow.

But Raeleigh said, "Not this time."

However, Callis remained unmoved, standing still.

Raeleigh put her luggage down and walked to him. "I really can't bring you with me this time."

Callis pursed his lips; his chiseled face showed resolution, rendering Raeleigh at a loss for what to do.

"I'm leaving for something important. Nothing will happen to me, and I will return."

Raeleigh tried to reason with him, but he remained indifferent.

Just like that, Raeleigh failed to leave that day, fell into a deadlock.

She received a call at eight in the evening. There was a murmur over the phone. Raeleigh glanced

around and went upstairs immediately.

Not long after, Callis went upstairs to find Raeleigh. As no response came to the knock, he pushed the

door open to find no one in the room. The luggage was left downstairs. The cold wind came in from the

open window; outside were sheets and curtains tied into a rope.

Seeing so, he ran downstairs and out of the house.

But he was still a step too late. A car drove away, disappearing from his line of sight. By the time he got

to the door, the car was already gone.

Unlike the past two times, Raeleigh still hadn't returned even after a month. However, Xanthus came

back on the third day she left.

When they met, Callis was standing outside the manor; he did not look like a silly mute but the owner of

the manor instead.

Xanthus got out of his car and fixed his gaze on Callis, who was looking at the gates. Seeing that it was

not Raeleigh, Callis went back into the house.

Xanthus hesitated for a moment. He wasn't close with Callis as he couldn't talk.

If he could speak, Xanthus would not hesitate to chase him out of the house.

After returning, Xanthus retreated to his room and only came out to join Callis for dinner.

Perhaps since only the two of them were left at home, he paid more attention to Callis now that he had

the time.

Xanthus looked over at Callis during the meal and found that Callis ate with more elegance than he did.

It was absolutely fascinating.

What man born with a wooden spoon and had to scrape together meals would take his time to chew?

What was even stranger was Callis's actions reminded him of a particular someone.

Xanthus paused and focused on Callis. He was sitting upright, straight as a plank, as if a steel plate

was nailed to his back.

No ordinary person would have this manner.

Xanthus put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed while saying, "Do you like steak?"

Callis took his fork out of his mouth leisurely and looked over at the man seated across from him as if

nothing he heard could surprise him, slow to react, not even a furrow on his brows.

"We'll have steak tomorrow morning then."

Xanthus cleaned his mouth and left the table while Callis finished his meal. Xanthus paused and turned

to look at the abnormally calm mute.

The next morning, Xanthus and Callis sat down one after another. They were indeed served with steak.

Xanthus pulled out the chair, and Callis followed, sitting down from across him. The two unfolded their

napkins and placed them on their laps. Then Callis placed his loose fists on the table, took a glance,

and held the knife in his left hand and a fork in his right before digging in.

Xanthus scrutinized Callis as the mute cut his steak, placed it in his mouth, and chewed. That was

when Xanthus dropped his knife and fork and roared. "Jepherson Harvey!"

Unfazed, Callis continued to eat. He then took a sip of water and raked his eyes over Xanthus.

Xanthus was furious, his face slightly pale.