Chapter 1349 Abstract Drawing


    Raeleigh lowered her head, remembering her main purpose ofing here.


    "I actually came here with a purpose today." Raeleigh lifted her head to gaze at Flynt, who


    then questioned, "What is it?"


    "I''m here to bid farewell to you." Raeleigh thought that she shoulde up with a reasonable excuse


    for visiting him. In addition, the excuse had to be one which would move him, so that he''d let his guard


    down.


    After all, she hade very abruptly.


    Surely enough, Flynt froze for a moment when he heard Raeleigh''s reply. What followed was another


    question. "What for? Are you going abroad?"


    Raeleigh nodded. "I''m going to Evend or Europe. Xanthus wants to take me there. We won''t be


    Flynt was bbergasted for a while. Then, he gave a few coughs. His eyes were filled with disbelief.


    Concurrently, Raeleigh stood up and sauntered around the room while saying, "I can''t ept


    Jepherson''s idea of loving me. He wants to imprison me. He even asked Santiago to keep an eye on


    me to prohibit me from leaving the Harvey family."


    "I''m also subjected to prejudice by his grandmother. She had sent people to kill me many times."


    "I''m as human as any of them. I can''t ept this at all. To top it all off, I''ve already broken up with him."


    Standing by Flynt''s desk, Raeleigh''s eyesnded on a spiral-bound notebook. There were some traces


    of handwriting on it, but it was not an ounting book. Judging by the handwriting, it seemed to be a


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    In that era, not many people wrote letters.


    Raeleigh didn''t dare to keep staring. She turned around to peer at the decorations on the wall. All of a


    sudden, she began staring into space, as if she wasn''t taking anything in at all.


    Flynt got up and walked to her side. "Do you like Xanthus?"


    Raeleigh came to her senses and gazed at him. Then, she lowered her gaze and did not answer. Flynt


    pondered it momentarily, and he then continued, "You don''t. So, why did you choose to leave with


    him?"


    "He''s able to take me away. I have a contract with Jepherson. I''ve negotiated with him multiple times,


    but he refuses to let me go. The money required for thewsuit is exorbitant."


    Raeleigh spoke in agony. Flynt took a step back and mulled over something briefly, before asking, "If I


    could give you that money, then are you willing to stay?"


    Flynt turned around to look at her. To that, Raeleigh shook her head. "I can''t offer you anything in


    return. Besides, I won''t stay here because I don''t belong here. I have to leave. Capital City is not the


    ce for me to settle down. Everyone here has held a grudge against me. All of them want to pressure


    me into doing things."


    "I can''t stand it. I want to leave this ce."


    Flynt asked, "Then, how about Xanthus? Won''t he pressure you too? If you take his money, in the


    future, then you might have to sell your..."


    Flynt left it there, but his expression was clearly stormy.


    Raeleigh retorted, "Xanthus is not that sort of person. At the very least, he never coerced me into doing


    anything before. He has been looking after me like a brother for so long. I like our dynamic."


    "You''re deceiving yourself. What you desire from him is familial love, not romantic love."


    "I''ve failed in my romantic rtionship. I''m not holding out much hope now." Raeleigh was rather


    collected, as though she had gotten over everything.


    Flynt remained silent, with his eyebrows furrowed. He turned around. His hands were tightly clenched


    by his side as his thoughts raced non-stop.


    "Raeleigh, when are you leaving?"


    Raeleigh looked at Flynt''s back. "I''m not sure. Stuart has not recuperated from his injury, and Xanthus


    is being put under surveince. Hence, we can''t leave yet. I came here just to see you onest time.


    I''m leaving soon, so I was afraid that we wouldn''t have a chance to meet again."


    Flynt swiveled to gaze at her. "If, I mean, if I can help you, then will you stay in this country rather than


    go abroad? Maybe in another city, but not Capital City."


    Raeleigh contemted his suggestion. "I can''t get you into trouble. It will entail a lot of money. On top


    of that, the Cole family''s reputation concerns me too. I don''t want to jump out of the frying pan into the


    fire."


    Flynn furrowed his brows. "I''ll treat you very well. I won''t ask too much of you. I just want to lead a


    simple life with you."


    "Even if you can do that, the Harvey family isn''t going to let you off. Weren''t your injuries inflicted by


    Jepherson''s men?"


    Flynt shook his head and replied, "Maybe not."


    Raeleigh said, "Whatever it is, I know that you would''ve ended up like this for no reason."


    "You wouldn''t understand." Flynt swept his gaze over their surroundings and added, "I caught a fish


    yesterday. Would you like to cook it for me?"


    "No problem, but I have to go back soon. I don''t know if I have the time to stay and eat it together with


    you."


    "It''s okay. They won''t find out that quickly. I''ll prepare it." As Flynt spoke, he went to his kitchen outside


    to work on the fish. Raeleigh followed him. Flynt took out a grouper fish and began cooking it,


    with Raeleigh helping him.


    While they were busy, a man went into the store.


    Seeing Raeleigh, the man said nothing. Flynt told him to wait. Then, he went into the store and took a


    piece of paper, which he handed to the man.


    Raeleigh caught a glimpse of it. She was sure that there were some words written on it.


    As the man left, Flynt came back. Raeleigh asked, "Is your business doing okay?"


    "It''s doing alright."


    "Honestly, you should go to another city and start over."


    "I''ve lived here since I was a child. I don''t want to leave."


    ...


    The two fell silent for a short time. Following that, the fish was nTristany ready. Raeleigh went to the


    refrigerator to get some parsley, but there was none left.


    "Is there any grocery store or supermarket nearby? I''ll go and buy some parsley," said Raeleigh as she


    went back into the kitchen. Flynt replied immediately, "I''ll go. Stay put."


    "How can you go there with that leg of yours? I''ll go."


    Raeleigh insisted on going. Flynt refused to let her. "I''m fine. I walk every day."


    "Okay, you should go then. While you''re at it, get some garlic and vinegar too."


    "Looks like I''mcking quite a few ingredients." Flynt took his coat and left. Raeleigh stood by the door,


    watching as he left. After a while, she pivoted around and went inside again.


    Raeleigh had observed his house before she stepped foot in it. There were many surveince


    cameras, almost in every corner.


    Raeleigh wiped her hands and went back to the room. She took a sip of Tristan Grey tea and walked to


    Flynt''s desk. Then, she picked up the photo of Flynt and Cynthia. In front of itid a spiral-bound


    notebook. Raeleigh''s eyes stRhysed to other spots every so often before she put down the photo and


    flipped through the notebook casually. She even took a pencil and drew a picture of some abstract


    figures.


    By the time she finished drawing, Flynt returned. He called out to her as he entered the house. Only


    then did Raeleigh get up. Flynt walked over and took a look, noticing the drawing on the notebook.


    Flynt was amused. "Did your upation get you into the habit of drawing?"


    Raeleigh forced a smile. "If I quit my job as a car designer one day, then I can be an illustrator."


    Flynt picked up the notebook and scrutinized the drawing carefully. "I''ll store this properly. When you


    be an illustrator one day, I''ll sell it at a good price."


    Raeleigh grinned. "Then, let''s see if it''s my fate."


    Taking the parsley, she went to the kitchen. Flynt put down the notebook and followed Raeleigh to


    serve the fish. It was time for them to have their meal.