Chapter 1148


    It was slowly turning dark outside by the time Raeleigh woke up. She was awakened by the sounds


    of her phone ringing. It was Scarlette who was calling her. She hurriedly answered the phone.


    Santiago, who had been lying on the couch, sleeping, woke up as well.


    After Raeleigh was done, she put the phone aside and asked Santiago, "I fell asleep?"


    "Yes, you slept like a pig," Santiago replied. Raeleigh was rendered speechless. He had always


    regarded her as a pig.


    "If I''m a pig, then what are you?" Raeleigh was a little annoyed with his answer. Santiago''s attitude


    could infuriate just about anyone at any time.


    Especially her!


    "He''s also a pig," Before Santiago could speak, Xanthus emerged from the side and spoke.


    Santiago raised his head and looked at Xanthus. "Mind your own business."


    Raeleigh blushed slightly. She hurriedly exined, "Don''t worry about him. That''s just how he is, but


    he doesn''t have any malicious intentions."


    At that time, Xanthus had returned from the grocery store. That ce was quite convenient as it


    took him less than an hour to get to and from the store. He nned to cook dinner for Raeleigh that


    night.


    He did not eat lunch. The takeout he had ordered had yet to arrive before Raeleigh fell asleep.


    While Raeleigh was sleeping, both Santiago and Xanthus were left in the room. Santiago gradually


    fell asleep. Xanthus sat opposite of them, deep in thought.


    Xanthus ended up not having lunch. Instead, while waiting for Raeleigh and Santiago to wake up,


    he decided to go to the grocery store to get some ingredients to make some nutritious food for


    Raeleigh.


    Xanthus spent his time in the kitchen, making dinner, as he waited for Raeleigh and Santiago to


    wake up.


    It was only when he heard Santiago''s voice that he went out to the living room. As soon as he


    emerged from the kitchen, he was met with Santiago''s hostility. He had no choice but to defend


    Raeleigh, but it seemed to be a little unnecessary. Instead of helping her, he frightened her.


    Xanthus'' hand was still dripping wet at that point. He took a napkin and wiped his hand as he looked


    at Raeleigh. "I didn''t say anything. I was kidding."


    Raeleigh was relieved and did not doubt Xanthos'' words. She looked around and realized that it


    was already dark outside. It was no wonder Scarlette sounded so worried when she called.


    Raeleigh got up from the couch and took a look outside. "I think we should head home, or else


    everyone will start to get worried."


    "Raeleigh." Xanthus hurriedly stood up when he saw that she was about to leave. Raeleigh turned


    around to look at him and said aftering to a realization, "I''ll leave after dinner."


    "That''s great. Dinner is almost ready. If you leave, then the food will go to waste. You have not had


    any lunch, and I made quite a lot of food. I doubt I''ll be able to finish all the food," Xanthus said as


    he pointed at the table. Raeleigh was stunned and said, "I get it. Let me help you."


    "Alright then." Xanthus made his way back to the kitchen, picked up an apron, and put it around


    Raeleigh''s head.


    Raeleigh stood by the kitchen door. Before she could say anything, Xanthus had already helped her


    tie the apron.


    Raeleigh felt somewhat ufortable, but she still followed Xanthus to the kitchen. There was a


    beginning to everything, and she believed that Xanthus would not lie to her.


    As for Xanthus, he was genuinely surprised that he was able to find Raeleigh.


    He had been searching for her for many years and acknowledged how fortunate he was to have


    finally found her.


    Xanthus entered the kitchen and began making himself busy with dinner as he talked to Raeleigh


    while he cooked. He also asked her about her food preferences and told her about his. He even told


    her what kind of food their parents liked.


    Raeleigh stood at the side and watched him cook, trying to remember every single information.


    In the past, Raeleigh had no ns to look for her biological family. She had not expected that she


    would be overwhelmed with emotions once she had a family. She was very excited that she could


    not contain her emotions.


    "I like steamed and light food. Nothing too strong," Raeleigh said as she ced the fish in the pan.


    She was not surprised when Xanthus mentioned that he and his parents liked to eat steamed food.


    It was because she liked it too.


    "You like to eat steamed food as well?" Xanthus stood on one side. They talked as if they were


    friends who had not seen each other for years,pletely ignoring Santiago, who was waiting for


    them in the living room.


    However, Santiago had his own entertainment. He was texting Cynthia while watching TV.


    Cynthia knew about Deanna''s incident, and it was Santiago who had told her. However, he just


    mentioned that Deanna had gone missing and nothing else. Cynthia was a little worried about


    Deanna, so she kept asking for an update on the matter.


    "She still hasn''t been found?" At that moment, Cynthia was tending to her nts. She was, right


    then, the most well-known person in the Moore family. Although her mother and sister did not visit


    her and treat her well the way they used to, she felt stressed whenever she was with her sister.


    "Not yet. Zorion had heard from the kidnapper, but I''ve heard nothing from him ever since. If I don''t


    hear anything soon, then I''ll go and search for her."


    "Don''t be rash. You''ve got to take things one step at a time. I wonder whether Flynt has anything to


    do with this?"


    "I doubt so."


    After Cynthia hung up the phone, she was instantly gued with the thought that Flynt might have


    something to do with Deanna''s disappearance. She stood aside and looked at the flowers, feeling


    slightly mncholic.


    Cynthia liked chrysanthemums, so she decided to nt a few pots. There were all white


    chrysanthemums.


    It was of amon species. It was not difficult to buy them on the market. Santiago had personally


    gifted her two pots, and she was particrly fond of them.


    She took great care of the chrysanthemums, and they gradually started to bloom. Everyone


    admired the flowers. Even Flynt, who hade by twice, liked them. He even asked her to give him


    a pot, but she was unwilling to part with the flowers, so she told him that she would wait for them to


    grow bigger before dividing them into smaller pots. Only then would she give it to him.


    When Flynt realized that Cynthia was unwilling to part with the flowers, he decided to let it go.


    Little did Cynthia know that those flowers would turn out so beautiful. She had no idea how she was


    going to divide it and was reluctant to do so.


    As Cynthia stared at her flowers in a daze, someone entered the front door. She walked over to the


    door and saw that it was Flynt. He was carrying a pot of daisies in hand as he made his way


    towards the garden. When he saw Cynthia, he handed the pot of daisies to her and said, "Here.


    This is for you."


    Cynthia stared at the pot of daisies that was shoved into her hands and was dumbfounded. "What is


    this?"


    "This is a pot of daisies. It belongs to the same species as the chrysanthemums. It''s not as


    expensive as the ones you have, but they are very beautiful as well," Flynt said as he entered the


    garden. Cynthia looked at the flower in her hands before arranging it on the rack. After that, she


    went to pour Flynt a ss of water and asked, "What are you doing here?"


    "Am I not weed?" Flynt smiled. Cynthia said, "I did not say that. I''m just surprised that you''re


    not busy today. Didn''t you attend ss today?"


    "I did, and I''m done for the day." Flynt took a seat on the chair and leaned back as he stared at


    Cynthia. "Fortune favors the fool. Am I right?"


    Cynthia was bewildered with her brother''s words. "What are you trying to say?"


    "Nothing. I have something I want to confide in you. That''s why I came." Flynt had always been


    close to Cynthia ever since he was young. Even though Yanora treated him well, she was not as


    close to him as Cynthia was. He would usually look for Cynthia whenever he had a problem.


    Cynthia sat down and said, "You don''t have to beat


    around the bush. Just tell me."


    Flynt rested his chin on his palm after hearing his sister''s words, leaning to one side. "Cynthia, I feel


    that Santiago is great for you."


    Cynthia blushed. "Why are you mentioning this?"


    Flynt smiled and said, "How should I put it? I think your character is suitable for Santiago. He''s a


    little cunning while you''re the quiet type. The two of you are the opposite of each other. You guys


    complement each other. He might look like a bad person, but he at least cares about you. Most


    importantly, you do like him."


    "That''s enough. I don''t feel like talking to you about him," Cynthia said, pulling a long face. She did


    not want to say anything more about her rtionship with Santiago.


    Flynt tapped his fingers and said, "That''s fine then, but there''s another thing I need to talk to you


    about."


    Cynthia did not say anything and continued fixing her gaze on her brother as she waited to hear


    what he had to say.


    "Cynthia, if you love someone, then are you willing to do anything to please the person? When you


    see that the person is anxious, you too will feel anxious. When you see that the person is happy,


    you will be delighted as well, right?"


    Flynt was acting very strangely that day. If it were someone else, then they would not be able to


    understand him, but Cynthia could.


    She had taken care of Flynt ever since he was young. She could see through his intentions by


    observing his gaze. She was even familiar with his movements. No one knew him better than her.


    After a moment of silence, Cynthia asked, "Are you talking about Raeleigh?"


    Flynt lifted his head to look at his sister and clicked his tongue. "You know me so well."


    Cynthia fell into silence. "Raeleigh is a rational person. I doubt she''d be in two minds when ites


    to her feelings."


    "But I like her." Flynt interjected all of a sudden. Cynthia fell silent. "She doesn''t like you. She likes


    Jepherson. If you do like her, then you should quietly admire her."


    "I tried, but I can''t."


    "Even so, you shouldn''t do anything harmful to win over her."


    Cynthia said as she stared at Flynt. Her anger spiked. She knew her younger brother too well.


    There was no such thing as no reason''. There had to be a reason for everything.


    She initially wanted to ask, but right then, she felt that it was unnecessary. She already had her


    answer by testing him.


    Flynt''s silence meant tacit admission.


    "Do you know what happened to Deanna?" Cynthia asked Flynt. Her face was already dark and


    gloomy. Flynt raised his eyes to look at his sister. "Cynthia, I have nothing to do with her


    disappearance. I saw what happened and know a little about it. I did nothing to save her."


    "That is to say, you clearly knew that Deanna was in danger, but in order to win Raeleigh''s heart


    and for her to show you gratitude, all you did was merely stand by and watch." Cynthia was certain


    of that matter.


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    She could not suppress the anger that arose in her chest. It was because of him that Deanna was


    faced with danger. Cynthia med herself for what had happened. She felt that she had let


    Santiago down.