Dear Sweetheart novel

Chapter 353

Rayna swiftly withdrew her hand.

Jefferson’s countenance was cloaked in darkness, so it was impossible to read his expression. He drew two pieces of tissue and handed them to her. “It’s just a movie.”

“You’re going to say something along the lines of ‘the actual war is crueler than movies, aren’t you?” She wiped her tears with the tissues and grumbled, “Aren’t you sick of repeating yourself? I can’t help that I tear up so easily. It’s not as if I’m disrupting your movie–watching anyway.”

“I can’t bear seeing you cry, even more so when a movie’s the cause. You might as well shed tears for me. It’d be more worth crying over me.” His heart ached at how miserable she seemed.

Rayna was choked with fury. “Fine, you win! I can’t outsmart your silver tongue!”

“Where’s the lie?”

“You’re right.” Then, she grabbed a handful of popcorn and forcefully stuffed them into his mouth as she threatened, “Concentrate on the movie. If you dare disturb my crying session, it’s off to bed you go!”

Jefferson’s mouth was so full that he could not utter a word.

While watching the movie, Rayna silently wept. In no time, the number of used tissues on the table piled up. By the time the movie ended, her eyelids had drooped, perhaps because she was too sleepy.

Her drowsiness took over her, and her head tilted to the side, landing right on Jefferson’s shoulder.

When he felt the weight on his shoulder, he turned off the projector and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before carrying Rayna to her bedroom. Gently, he lay her on the bed and switched on the night light..

The soft, amber light bathed the woman’s slumbering face in a golden hue and cast shadows beneath her thick lashes. Her sharp chin was proof that she had lost a great deal of weight from her hard work in the past period of time.

Jefferson sat on the side of her bed and stared at her protractedly as if she were the most riveting piece of art in the room.

He reached out and gingerly stroked Rayna’s cheek lest he disturbs her sleep before planting a light kiss on her lips longingly.

“Goodnight, my princess.”

have sweet dreams tonight, and

sun shone brightly, bringing up the

they had breakfast. While he worked on constructing a shed, she formulated fertilizer with the help of a botany manual and tilled the

render him unfit for manual labor. Yet he surprised her by building a sturdy shed single–handedly with

gave him a thumbs–up. “I’ll have to address you as ‘Mr. Omnipotent‘ from this day

Even the construction of the shed took up several hours. The duo rested at noon and

not till around five in the afternoon that the green roses were planted in the

Chapter 353

in one another’s grimy appearance. After cleaning up, they went to the supermarket to

settled down In Frosa. When the weather was pleasant, they would go for jogs in the morning,

Jefferson out to explore the area, dine at fancy restaurants, and purchase new clothes. However, because he disliked the food from said restaurants,

the back of Rayna’s mind. From

an eye, she and Jefferson had been living in Verdant Vine Garden for half a

as per usual. Just as she was reaching for some milk in the fridge, she smelt something that made her nauseous. The churning of her stomach prompted her to make a mad dash for the bathroom, where she

the assumption it was caused by her empty stomach and was soon back on her

of a sudden, the phone on her

to pick up her phone. After tapping on the answer button, she placed her phone next to her ear and asked in Ferropenian, “Mr. Robert, is there any progress on the research

her new contact number, which she had gotten after moving to

was only dead silence on the other end of

the time Rayna sensed something was amiss. She took down her phone

an unknown number that had

Her heart clenched.

more. Then, she bit her lip and waited mutely for

that, the two

baritone voice with an air of aloofness sounded after the drawn–out silence. “I can’t comprehend why I still take care of it when I obviously detest long–haired pets. I called Jessica, and she told me your cat is at Jasmine’s house. I’d wanted to send Lucky away, yet I f*cking ended up bringing your cat back from Jasmine’s instead. Your cat is seriously obese that it resembles a pig. Besides, it’s spoiled with the most premium cat feed and high–quality mineral water that costs dozens per

cracked up at that, and her eyes stung “Please help to trim its nails. Lucky’s skin isn’t resistant to its scratches. Don’t worry. They’ll stop fighting once they’ve gotten to know each