Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1634

Three years later.

Jepherson came out of the Osteen's family manor with a dark look on his face. Jared, who had stood by the door, didn't even need to ask. This time was a failure as well, and they've been trying for three years already.

Even if the person had died, it had been three whole years. In the end, their search had spanned for that long and still they heard not one peep from her.

Fortunately, he continued to spare no effort in his search for her.

It wasn't like Jared knew Jepherson for only a day or two. The day they met was also due to the fact he had been searching for someone. Previously it was the sister, and now it was the wife.

The previous lifetime was all for the lover in the previous life, this lifetime was now all for the lover in the afterlife!

Jared headed for the other side of the car and opened the door. Jepherson glanced at him, stepped up and bent down to get inside. They then headed straight for the airport.

The car sped off, kicking up dust as he relaxed against the seat.

On the way to the airport, Jepherson saw a performance being conducted by someone in the square. He was a businessman through and through. Naturally, he would take a second look at any fresh, new ventures that came up. It could be said it was for reference purposes, but learning was still a necessity.

The car rolled to a stop and Jepherson headed straight for the crowd after he got down. A group of medical personnel was in the middle of a lecture about what the bones of the human body were made of, followed by various illustrations someone had painstakingly drawn.

"That's all for today. Thank you very much everyone for listening in." The woman in front of the crowd was tall and beautiful. She wore a black suit that was covered by a white hospital coat. She was not a nurse, but a doctor.

With her hair brushed back into a stylish ponytail, she stood on stage in a beautiful and dignified manner as her assistants ran about below to help with her presentation.

The crowd gave a round of applause, with shouts and whistles of praise for the female doctor.

"Someone you know?" Jared asked.

Jared was more of a chatterbox compared to

Stuart. Jepherson slid a glance his way and ordered, "Don't lose track of her."

Jared was momentarily dumbfounded. He didn't expect Jepherson's expression could become so stern. Even so, he made no comment on it. He used his eyes to scan the area before he bypassed the crowd and followed in the direction of where the doctor went.

Jepherson studied his surroundings and when he didn't find anything out of the ordinary, he returned back to his car.

After he picked up Jared's call, Jepherson said, "I'll go back first. Find a way to lock her up later."

A question eventually came from the other line, "Kidnapping?"

"If you like, I'll give it to you."

Jepherson put down the phone. The driver sat in front of her in a bemused daze. He didn't understand what Jepherson had meant by what he said. What kind of grudge did he have with that person?

"To the airport."

Three days later.

Jepherson had exited the company and was about to step into his car when his phone rang. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He took a glance at his phone when he noticed the caller ID displayed on the screen.

It was an unknown number, and it came from abroad.

He connected the call with an indifferent expression and placed the phone by his ear. It took a long time before a voice came through the speakers. "I'm Raeleigh Osteen."

Autumn winds were often blustery that little bits of sand got blown into people's faces, which wasn't comfortable

Jepherson tilted his head up and surveyed the area. His gaze was heavy with an obscure emotion. Not far from where he parked his car was a taxi.

"Come down," he ordered.

Raeleigh sat inside the taxi and stared in Jepherson's direction, her heart deeply entangled with complicated emotions.

Three years had come and gone but there was no change about him at all. He still remained his same old self.

Young, handsome, unruly, and unrestrained...

If there was a change, it was undoubtedly his aura. His gaze seemed even more composed with a sharpness hidden within.

The only movement she made was to make a phone call. He knew immediately that she was near and discerned her exact location.

Raeleigh simply said, "I will wait for you there!"

Then Raeleigh hung up the phone and gave the signal for the driver to drive ahead.

Jepherson stowed his phone away and headed for his car. Stuart held open the door as he stared at Jepherson, "Mr. Richards, the person in the taxi?"

"It's Raeleigh."

Jepherson bent his waist to get inside, his expression different from before.

Stuart quickly got back inside and told the driver to chase after the car ahead of them.

The taxi wasn't driving very fast. Raeleigh had expressly came back due to Cynthia's kidnapping incident and had just got off the plane.

She didn't even have the chance to take a good look around Capital City before she came here.

As the car wasn't speeding away, Stuart started, "Miss Anson..."

Jepherson shot a piercing glare towards him and Stuart immediately rephrased his sentence, "Madam Raeleigh doesn't seem to have any

intention of leaving is what I meant."

Jepherson stared straight ahead, crossed his legs, and said nothing. His lofty gaze appeared to penetrate through the body of the car and aimed straight for Raeleigh's figure, reluctant to move his eyes away.

The atmosphere inside the car became even more intense with an unknown pressure. The driver didn't dare to breathe loudly and even Stuart felt inexplicably nervous.

Although he wasn't there when everything happened, he still got the full details of the situation.

Madam Marissa was at fault first, that was true. However, Raeleigh left soon after she said she would and it left some people utterly flummoxed by her sudden departure.

Raeleigh stopped the car and gave some money to the driver. Then she got out and bowed to the driver in thanks.

After the taxi drove away, Raeleigh turned around and looked at the black car which had just stopped.

In the past three years, he hasn't changed his car at all. It was still the same one that he usually took. Even though there were people within his company who designed a car for him, car sales for the past few years weren't exactly ideal. Whatsmore, he didn't extend a hand to redesign any model of car.

Stuart was the first one to get out of the car. He pulled open a door and indicated for Jepherson to get down.

Raeleigh saw a foot covered by a black, leather shoe stepped out from the interior, up an elongated leg, followed by the handsome visage of Jepherson Richards.

Jepherson straightened his clothes after he got out of the car and turned in Raeleigh's direction.

Raeleigh froze a little for just a moment. She had constantly thought of many opportunities for them to meet, the various scenarios of their reunion and yet this alone was something she didn't expect at all.

His gaze was so cold, that it made one shudder down to their knees.

Clenching the back of his teeth, Jepherson strode swiftly towards Raeleigh. Stuart shut the car door and stood to the side to wait for Jepherson.

Above the tunnel, Raeleigh's skirt flew about as the bleak autumn wind blew through the air and over the fallen leaves on the ground.

She wore a moonlight blue, long- sleeved dress designed as a one piece shirt skirt outfit which set off her elegant temperament. Her long hair was styled into several large curls, with blond highlights dyed into her hair. A black ribbon shaped like a male's tie, similar to the one around the collar of the dress, tied up her long hair, the very image of an elf amidst the breeze.

The collar of the shirt wasn't buttoned up, with a pocket below it and a black belt tied around the waist. A ring-shaped bag clasped the bag close, a simple and chic design overall.

She wore a pair of black high heels which paired well with the black bag in her hand.

Raeleigh wore a bracelet around her wrist, which was a token from Jepherson.

Her slender wrist carried with it an indescribable charm, and Jepherson swore that that was the most alluring arm he had ever seen.

Jepherson stopped within easy reach in front of Raeleigh. He stared at her with a deep frown, his gaze unfathomable and as cold as ice.

Raeleigh took the initiative to greet him first, "Mr. Richards."

Jepherson clenched the back of his teeth once more. His eyes that stared straight on grew increasingly flat, a firm refusal evident in their depths.