Dear Sweetheart Chapter 176 This Is So Embarrassing

Rayna had a nightmare again.

This time, she woke up to find herself clinging to Curtis like a sloth.

They had split the bed into two sides. Curtis was still sleeping on his side with his hands crossed on his abdomen. On the other hand, Rayna, a terrible sleeper, had occupied his space.

Her face flushed. She quickly moved her leg away from him and inched to the side. Is he having a deep sleep?

Rayna looked at Curtis and realized he was still sound asleep. Looking at his long eyelashes and alluring Adam’s apple, she had the urge to touch it, and she did.

In the next second, the man grasped her wrist.

Curtis gave her a sideway glance and said in his raspy voice, “Ms. Garland, do you like to touch people’s Adam’s apple that much? What bad habit is this?”

“I’m just curious.” Rayna smiled sheepishly. “Mr. Faymon, you slept very soundly.”

“I only fell asleep at five in the morning.” Curtis flashed her a half-smile. “Someone couldn’t sleep properly and kept nuzzling up against me. She even kicked me off the bed once.”

Rayna was dumbfounded. I guess he’s not lying to me, judging from my pose when I woke up this morning.

“Um, I’m gonna go wash up.” Rayna made up an excuse to sneak away. Yet, as soon as she got up, Curtis pulled her toward himself.

While grabbing her hand, Curtis stared at her intently. “Aren’t you going to compensate me?”

“I-I-I will,” Rayna stuttered uncontrollably. Her body stiffened as she felt too embarrassed in that position. “I’ll prepare meals for you when we—mmph!”

to lean down,

his breath. Although she felt a little nervous, she couldn’t help

side of the man’s head. “Mr. Faymon, if you don’t

to

prepared herself and was about to continue when she suddenly felt something warm flowing in her lower

to have felt it too, and

she saw the bloodstain on his smokey-grey pajamas, she covered her face

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at the

mind. She hurried to the

the bedroom, chatting with Curtis, who was in his wheelchair.

Mr. Faymon, aren’t you exaggerating

she

something else. You just need to sit next to me

disappointed, so she

room when they went downstairs. Compared to the lively atmosphere the night before, it was as if dark clouds had

the crowd, seemingly wanting

in a calm voice, “Let’s talk after breakfast.” As he spoke, he brought Rayna to sit at the dining table before ordering the housekeeper to serve

turned grim when she noticed Alfred was also in the

“Should we ask Old Mr. Faymon

Curtis picked up a spoonful of oatmeal

she could eat on her own, but he gave her a look, which made her retract her hand. Ugh, fine. I’ll let him feed me, then. Does

finally went to the living room and sat beside

fault for failing to discipline Jason and letting him do such a despicable thing.” It was the first

Ms. Garland. I’ll bring Jason over to give you

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