Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1560 Your Life or Your Hair

When Raeleigh woke up, she found the space a spotless white, and the lights were dazzling. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Raeleigh covered her eyes and observed her surroundings as she slowly recalled what had happened

before she passed out. It took her no time to remember she had killed Octus.

Raeleigh instantly jolted up from the bed and swept her gaze around her room.

It was apparent she was in a spacious cell with two wooden bunk beds.

The top beds were occupied with stuff, and she was in one of the bottom bunks while the other was

empty.

She was alone in the cell.

Raeleigh took a look at herself. She had changed into clean prisoner clothes, and her limbs were

bandaged.

Hearing a sound coming from the other side of the cell, Raeleigh turned around and saw the man who

had provoked her into killing Octus and promised that he would protect her emerging from the side.

Seeing him, Raeleigh froze. She did not know whether his bronze skin was naturally tanned.

He didn't look the muscular type, but his face was rosy.

Raeleigh thought he was either into sunbathing or that he had just come in.

After all, they were in prison. How could someone be so tanned?

"You're awake."

Austin appeared from the bathroom, sat next to Raeleigh, took her hand to glance at it before he

said, "To survive in this place, you'll need to follow what I say."

"I want to leave." Raeleigh fixed her gaze on Austin. She didn't know why, but the moment she saw

Austin, she thought she had met her savior.

Raeleigh had high hopes for Jepherson and the others to find her when she first stepped into this hell-

hole, but not anymore. If they could find her, they would've long ago.

So she could only pin her hopes on herself.

Austin shifted further in, asking, "Do you know where this is?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "I thought this is a prison, but it doesn't seem so."

"That's right. This isn't technically a prison."

"Where are we then?"

"Everyone here is condemned to death. If you're here, you will either die the next day or stay here for

the rest of your life. This is a place under the control of no one; no one would dare control it either."

"And this place has its own set of rules; it's common for someone to die here. This place is more of a

living hell than a prison."

"To you, of course."

Raeleigh continued to lock her gaze on Austin. "But you saved me."

"It gets lonely when you're alone for too long. You're just for fun."

Austin laid on the bed and urged, "Come here, hug me."

Stunned, Raeleigh blurted out, "I have a husband."

"But he's not here, and he can't protect you. Are you going to hug me, or do you want to die here so

that he can never find you?"

After a long thought, Raeleigh suggested, "I can give you money, and you give me a phone."

"Come here." Austin narrowed his eyes and patted the spot beside him. Raeleigh pursed her lips. It

took her a long time to shift her body and lay next to him.

Austin put his hand on Raeleigh's waist and pulled her into his arms, whispering in Raeleigh's ear, "If

you want to go out, you need to learn to be patient."

Raeleigh turned to look at Austin, but he merely said, "Go to sleep."

Raeleigh turned around, closing her eyes as she asked, "Who on earth are you?"

"Austin Quirk."

"Austin Quirk?"

The first thing Raeleigh learned was the name Austin Quirk on her first day in prison.

She knew nothing else.

Raeleigh fell asleep after several tosses and turns. The moment she slumbered into her dreams, she

dreamed of Octus coming back alive, pouncing at her, which frightened her and jolted her awake.

Austin gave Raeleigh a comforting pat. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Mm."

Raeleigh turned her head back to look at Austin. The lights in the room were on. She had wanted to

speak, but Austin cut her words off, saying with a bleary face, "Nighttime is bedtime. If you have

anything to say, say it tomorrow."

Raeleigh turned back and went back to sleep.

At first, she had trouble sleeping, but she still fell asleep after lying down for a while.

Raeleigh woke up at six the next morning. Someone slammed on the door with an iron stick from the

outside. Raeleigh clambered up as Austin also sat up beside her. She turned her head back to look at

him and asked, "What's going on?"

"Breakfast. It's normal. Wash up," Austin said as he got out of bed and put on a pair of flip-flops,

heading to the door. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Raeleigh heaved a sigh once she found that

someone had bathed her, and her hair was smooth. Who had changed her clothes? They had even

helped her put on all her underwear.

Raeleigh pursed her lips. The bra given was without support, but fortunately, they did the job.

After freshening herself up, Raeleigh walked to the door and announced, "I need to visit the

washroom."

Austin asked, "Is there no water?"

"There's still water. Don't come in."

Raeleigh did not dare to ask Austin who had bathed and changed her. If it was Austin, she would not

be able to face him.

Amused, Austin said, "Go ahead."

Turning around, Austin did a quick change and sat on the bed. After Raeleigh had exited the

washroom, Austin headed in to wash up before they left the cell together.

By then, all the prisoners had gathered for breakfast. Raeleigh followed Austin and couldn't help feeling

as if they had entered a military site. The crowd was huge, estimated to consist of more than a

thousand prisoners.

Austin walked to his spot and stopped. The other men at the cafeteria table were all Austin's

subordinates, who cast strange gazes at Raeleigh.

"Sit down."

The management was strict in prison during the day, a complete one-eighty from the night. Raeleigh

thought so.

The prisoners sat down and began to eat under the instructor's orders. On her plate was a chicken

drumstick, an egg, something she couldn't identify, hash browns, and a bowl of soup.

Raeleigh glanced over at Austin. He had the same food as her.

The others were the same, but when she looked behind her, it was a different view. They had tasteless

soup, and there was no drumstick served.

Some had kebabs.

"Don't look around." Raeleigh had just turned around when someone shouted at her. With that,

Raeleigh quickly lowered her head. Meanwhile, Austin ate with his head down. The elegance was

extraordinary, as if he was one of noble status.

The others gobbled their food, devouring the drumstick in a couple of bites.

Raeleigh was afraid this would be her only meal, so she lowered her head to start eating as

well. However, the portion was too much for her to finish.

Seeing she was unable to finish all that was on her tRhys, Austin helped her out.

They were ready to leave when they were blocked after taking a few steps forward. Raeleigh

recognized the one standing in their way; it was the prison guard who had brought her in.

"Can I help you, officer?" Austin asked faintly. The correctional officer commanded, "Cut her hair."

With her head lowered, Austin glanced at her before saying, "Come with me."

Raeleigh had wanted to rebel against the correctional officer, but Austin had agreed to the request. She

waited for the guard to leave before she told Austin about her thoughts. In response, he glanced at her

and asked, "Do you want your life or your hair?"