Dear Sweetheart novel

He asked Curtis, “Mr. Faymon, does my wife look good in that wedding gown?”

Curtis glanced at the woman before answering, “No. The gown exposes her flabby upper arms.”

That insulting remark rendered Rayna speechless.

“My wife is pregnant and has gained some weight, so it’s normal for her arms to look a little flabby.” Jefferson grinned before turning to the store manager. “I think this dress brings out the curves of voluptuous women. What do you think?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” The store manager, who was already breaking out in a cold sweat, bobbed her head repeatedly.

As an avid reader of entertainment news, the store manager was aware of the rumors about Curtis and Rayna. She always thought Rayna was lucky because the men in her life were all big shots. The fact that she was marrying Jefferson further proved how blessed she was.

Just when she thought everything would go well, Curtis made an unexpected appearance all of a sudden. I understand Mr. Hamilton is doing this to annoy Mr. Faymon, but why does he have to drag me into this?

The store manager decided to sit on the fence to avoid offending anyone. She smiled and replied, “We have many gowns in the store. Feel free to go through them one by one. It takes time to pick the one that you’re satisfied with.”

Jefferson said, “That was why we’re here today. We have ample time to go through all the gowns here. I want this gown, so pack it for me. I’ll update you if my wife is interested in another piece.”

“Why do I need so many gowns?” Rayna immediately stopped him. “Just one gown will do.”

“We should get some spare ones. Gowns get dirty fast, and you might accidentally tear them too.” Jefferson tickled her nose with his finger. “Wedding is an important life event, so it must be perfect. Don’t keep thinking of helping me cut costs, okay?”

Rayna hummed in response and responded with a wry smile.

She felt uncomfortable as she could tell someone was shooting daggers at her from a distance.

While tension was high between the men, Kristie, who had put on a gown in the fitting room, ran toward Rayna after admiring her own beauty in the mirror for some time.

“Rayna!” She embraced her gently as she knew Rayna was pregnant. “You look gorgeous in this gown! It fits you like a glove!”

wearing and froze for a minute. “W-Why are

on,” Kristie replied. She lifted the train of the gown and spun around. “What do you think? Do I look

changed. Curtis told her to put

you

the necessary arrangements for me!” Kristie immediately explained as she was afraid Curtis might cause further misunderstanding. “That’s why he brought

his disdain by knitting his

rolled her eyes at him. I’m trying to say the right thing to avoid

Kristie. “Since you dote on your brother, I can dote on Kristie too. He had caused so much trouble, but I haven’t

completely drained out of energy,

attention to

Rayna felt

about to throw up, she immediately

throw up?” Jefferson felt anxious

the restroom was, he quickly brought her

Rayna?” Kristie looked at Rayna and Jefferson before muttering, “Pregnant mothers will experience morning sickness. Rayna must

grim. “Return to the fitting room and try the other wedding

You don’t have to scream at me. Geez!” Kristie pouted in annoyance. “Why vent your frustration on me? You’re the one who

you

might explode that she lowered her head and returned

soon as Kristie left for the fitting room, Curtis called the manager over and fished a credit card out of his wallet. “No matter how many gowns they choose, I want you to make payment with this

the lines. After steadying herself and accepting the credit card, she said, “Sure. Don’t

was pleased to see how alert the manager was.

for a moment before asking, “Mr. Faymon, are you not

fine. She can walk on her

not know what else to say upon

the restroom, was hesitant to linger in the store as she did not want to deal with Curtis anymore. She turned to Jefferson and said, “I don’t feel well. Let’s

agreed and went downstairs to

to him and said apologetically, “But we ran out of receipts.

his card into his pocket