Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 85 Even Kristie Never Dared
“Nothing will happen since there are a few of us patrolling below,” Cillian reassured. Handing the binoculars to James, he urged, “Quick, take a look at Ms. Garland and Mr. Faymon, James!”
James took the binoculars from him and looked in the direction of the coordinates given.
A couple appeared in the lenses, kissing while crouching by the roadside. The man was none other than Curtis, but up at that angle, one could only see the woman with her head tilted, her features indistinguishable.
He merely took a single look before tossing the binoculars back to Cillian. “You’ve got quite a wide range of hobbies that you even like spying on Mr. Faymon! Why don’t you snap a picture of it?” he mocked with a sneer.
In response, the latter chuckled. “I was merely concerned about his safety and happened to see that. I told you there must be something between Mr. Faymon and Ms. Garland. I was right, huh?”
“Has that got anything to do with you?”
“Nope, not at all! I was just being nosy! Anyway, James, before you arrived, Ms. Garland even asked me about you, saying that she wanted to see you. Say, what did she mean by that?” Cillian questioned.
Wiping the gun in his hand with a cloth, James drawled, “I’m not interested in that.”
My main task is to ensure Mr. Faymon’s and that Ms. Garland’s safety. As for what she looks like and why she desires a meeting with me, I can’t be bothered to know, nor do I want to see her.
“But I can’t shake off the feeling that—”
Rubbing his head, Cillian wanted to speak further, but James snarled lowly beside him, “Shut the f*ck up! Go over there and look around. Do you not want to get paid anymore?”
“Aye, aye, I’m going over right away.” Cillian swiftly scrambled away with the binoculars in hand.
He patrolled the other end of the mountain with the binoculars. As the binoculars swept over the distant forest and ground, there was a fleeting glimmer of light. At once, he turned them back and took another look.
“There’s movement, James! There are two incoming jeeps!” Cillian reported in a low voice, not daring to take things lightly.

Crawling over, James grabbed the binoculars from his hand.
Two jeeps were traveling on the road a distance away, one after another. After adjusting the binoculars, he glimpsed a familiar figure in the backseat of the vehicle in the front, and the man seemed to be holding a map in hand.
“It’s Julian .” It was then James recalled him to be Rayna’s ex-husband. He had been to their house a few times in the past, but the man was too arrogant and pretentious, so neither he nor Roxanne liked him.
Why is he here?
“It seems to be Mr. Faymon’s cousin. I think he’s a relative of the Faymon family,” Cillian commented.
When he turned and saw James’ dark and murderous expression, he shuddered violently. “Do you have a grudge against him, James? Your expression right now is downright terrifying.”
“Of course!” James sneered. Ignoring Cillian, he moved further away with his firearm in hand to find a hidden spot. Using the shrubs as cover, he propped up his gun.
It was a Granatanolan JKM2876, the best killing weapon at night.
He thought Rayna and Julian divorced amicably because they could no longer live with each other. Later, he found out from Roxanne that Julian cheated on Rayna and even wanted to accuse her of betraying their marriage vows.
If it were not for his worry that the school would ferret him out should he make a move within the country, thus resulting in the matter getting to Rayna’s knowledge, he would have finished Julian off for real.
Now that he has offered himself up to me on a silver platter, it’d be foolish of me not to make my move.
“Whoa! Calm down, James! That’s Mr. Faymon’s cousin.” Cillian quickly crawled over, fear inundating him at the sight of James gearing up to shoot.
“Why didn’t he stay within the country obediently but come here instead? Mr. Faymon has given me the authority to deal with newcomers however I want as long as they aren’t part of the list he mentioned,” James replied.
After pondering upon it, Cillian felt that it made sense. Still, he was a touch worried. “James, how about—”
He had not finished speaking, but James no longer had the patience to listen and pulled the trigger. A muted whizz split the air, only to be promptly replaced by the buzzing of some unidentified insect.
Cillian hastily picked up the binoculars. He saw that the two jeeps on the road had already descended into a panic. The car window of the vehicle ahead had already shattered, and the man in the backseat had taken a bullet to the arm, blood gushing out uncontrollably.
Subsequently, another bullet shot through the air, puncturing the left rearview tire of the jeep.
A few heads poked out of the vehicle with their hands trembling despite holding weapons before drawing back at lightning speed. Then, both jeeps turned around and sped off as though the hounds of hell were after them.
“Whoa! They took off just like that?” Cillian’s jaw dropped open. I thought they were incredible since they came in the middle of the night with firearms, but unexpectedly, just two shots had them fleeing in fright.
James put away his gun nonchalantly, feeling much better after shooting Julian in the arm earlier.
Such a scumbag isn’t worthy of my sister!
When Curtis woke up the next morning, he sensed a weight on his chest. In the next instant, he saw a fair and delicate foot with light-colored nail polish resting on his chest.
The man was at a loss for words.
In all my years, even Kristie never dared to be so impudent with me.
With a dark expression on his face, Curtis moved the foot away. After getting up, he found Rayna sprawled on the other end of the bed in an awful sleeping posture. The linen skirt she was wearing had hiked up, baring her fair legs.
He reached out and pulled her skirt down.
His initial plan was to get up right after doing that, but he ended up leaning close and patting her on the face lightly. “Ms. Garland.”