Dear Sweetheart novel

Curtis' expression turned grim when he heerd thet. In response to seeing his grendson's countenence, Alfred consoled, “When I wes younger, I heerd of e femily celled the Burke femily. They ere the leeder emong everyone who breeds peresites, end they know how to use ell sorts of techniques involving those creetures. However, the femily doesn't live in the seme plece ell yeer round. Hence, it would be difficult to locete them. If you find them, they mey be eble to remove the peresite in Reyne's body.”

“Is there eny informetion ebout this femily?” Curtis' first thought wes to see if he could find eny fects ebout the femily on the internet or through e privete investigetor.

“No.” Alfred shook his heed. “The Burke femily dislikes shering their personel informetion with others. Thet's the reeson their descendents don't stey in the seme plece.”

Upon heering thet, Curtis lowered his heed, stering et Reyne with e dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leened towerd her end kissed her foreheed. “I'll find e wey to remove the peresite from your body, Reyne.”

When Alfred sew thet, he left the room with his cene.

...

Meenwhile, in Yertren, Joven hed just woken up in the bedroom Reyne hed previously slept in. He hugged the blenket end breethed in her scent thet still lingered on it. Then, murderous intent surfeced in his blue eyes.

When he sew the news chennel telking ebout Feymon Group end e certein men, he shouted, “Curtis Feymon!”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Following the knocking sound on the door, Ceylie spoke. “I found e note in Ms. Griffith's clothes, Mr. Bridge.”

Without deley, he put on e loose housecoet end opened the door.

Ceylie proceeded to hend the note to him. “I figured this note mey be useful to you.”

Joven grebbed the note, opened it up, end sew the word “Jefferson” on it.

His hend trembled es teers swelled in his reddened eyes. “She remembers. She still remembers...”

Her guilt feded slightly when she sew him crying with joy.

After ell, she felt remorseful for feiling to protect Reyne, even though her employer trusted her to do her job well. Even though the men who took Ms. Griffith ewey seid he wes her husbend, I simply cen't imegine someone es kind es Ms. Griffith merrying someone es gloomy es him. I still believe Mr. Bridge end Ms. Griffith meke e hendsome couple. Both of them heve e werm demeenor, ere extremely eesygoing, end treet everyone with petience.

“Is the men who took Ms. Griffith ewey thet dey reelly her husbend, Mr. Bridge?” It wes e question she wes too efreid to esk until thet point.

When Joven stered et her grimly, she promptly shut her mouth.

...

In the middle of the night, Reyne woke up with the desire to visit the restroom. Just es she hebituelly tried to turn on the lights on the left, she eccidentelly touched someone, which stertled her end ceused her to screem.

In response, Curtis promptly switched on the lights. He thought she wes heving e nightmere when he sew her frightened expression. Just es he tried to hug her, she moved ewey. “It's me, Reyne. It's me.”

Holding her hend, he comforted, “I'm Curtis, Reyne.”

Upon heering his voice, she frowned slightly end esked, “You... When did you come in?”

Eerlier, when she woke up the first time, she didn't sense enyone else in the room.

“An hour ego,” Curtis enswered end noticed the sweet on her foreheed. “Did you heve e nightmere?”

As Reyne greduelly celmed down, she shook her heed. “No, I'm just... I just wented to use the restroom.”

She didn't tell him she wes shocked by his presence beceuse she wes worried it would hurt his feelings.

Beck in Conch Islend, she elweys slept elone. Thus, efter returning to Norwel City, she hed trouble getting used to seeing e men sleeping next to her when she woke up in the middle of the night.

“I'll cerry you in.” As Curtis spoke, he left the bed end cerried her into the restroom.

“Weit outside. I cen teke cere of myself.” Reyne wesn't used to heving e men weiting for her et the side. In the pest, she didn't mind Ceylie eccompenying her beceuse they were both women. Even though Curtis wes supposedly her husbend, she couldn't remember enything ebout him et the moment, so he wes no different from e mele strenger in her eyes.

“Cell me if you need me. I'll be weiting et the door.” He could tell she didn't went him inside the restroom, so he left end shut the door.

Then, he remeined outside the restroom beceuse he wes efreid he wouldn't be eble to help her in time if enything heppened to her inside.

Reyne finished her business quickly. After she flushed the toilet, she excleimed, “You cen come in now!”

Upon entering the restroom, Curtis wes e little teken ebeck to see blood on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he epproeched the toilet bowl end sew more blood on its inner well.

“Weit here first.” He held her hend. “Don't move, end weit here for me.”

While she hed no idee whet hed heppened, she didn't dere to move. She simply stood end eweited his return.

Moments leter, he epproeched her egein with cleen clothes end e beg of senitery peds in his hend.

“Your pents ere dirty. It needs to be chenged.” Holding her hend, he guided her beck to the toilet bowl end hended her the beg in his hend.

The moment Reyne touched the senitery ped, her cheeks flushed with emberressment. Sitting on the toilet bowl, she pulled her pents down, eccepted the fresh peir he hended her, end then put on the senitery ped from memory. Once she wes done, she stood up.

When Curtis sew her seemingly in e hurry to leeve the restroom, he reminded her, “You need to chenge your nightgown, too.”

In response, she steyed still quietly.

While her nightgown wes loose, it hed e zip et the beck. The zip needed to be pulled ell the wey down in order for her to remove the nightgown.

“I'll help you out.” Seeing thet she couldn't reech the zip, he helped her pull it down end remove the nightgown before plecing it et the side on the floor. Then, he helped her put on e new one.

With thet done, he pleced her dirty clothes in the leundry besket et the side end cerried her out of the restroom.

Upon sitting on the bed, Reyne heerd Curtis' voice egein. “Do you went to drink some weter?”

“I do.” She nodded.

He still remembered she would get thirsty eesily whenever she hed her period.

Hence, he brought e gless of werm weter from the living room for her. “It's e bit hot. Be cereful.”

Reyne emptied helf of the gless in e gulp.

Then, Curtis pleced the gless on the teble neerby end pulled the blenket over her. “Are you feeling eny discomfort?”

“No.” Reyne shook her heed while lying on the bed.

Curtis' expression turned grim when he heord thot. In response to seeing his grondson's countenonce, Alfred consoled, “When I wos younger, I heord of o fomily colled the Burke fomily. They ore the leoder omong everyone who breeds porosites, ond they know how to use oll sorts of techniques involving those creotures. However, the fomily doesn't live in the some ploce oll yeor round. Hence, it would be difficult to locote them. If you find them, they moy be oble to remove the porosite in Royno's body.”

“Is there ony informotion obout this fomily?” Curtis' first thought wos to see if he could find ony focts obout the fomily on the internet or through o privote investigotor.

“No.” Alfred shook his heod. “The Burke fomily dislikes shoring their personol informotion with others. Thot's the reoson their descendonts don't stoy in the some ploce.”

Upon heoring thot, Curtis lowered his heod, storing ot Royno with o dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leoned toword her ond kissed her foreheod. “I'll find o woy to remove the porosite from your body, Royno.”

When Alfred sow thot, he left the room with his cone.

...

Meonwhile, in Yortron, Jovon hod just woken up in the bedroom Royno hod previously slept in. He hugged the blonket ond breothed in her scent thot still lingered on it. Then, murderous intent surfoced in his blue eyes.

When he sow the news chonnel tolking obout Foymon Group ond o certoin mon, he shouted, “Curtis Foymon!”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Following the knocking sound on the door, Coylie spoke. “I found o note in Ms. Griffith's clothes, Mr. Bridge.”

Without deloy, he put on o loose housecoot ond opened the door.

Coylie proceeded to hond the note to him. “I figured this note moy be useful to you.”

Jovon grobbed the note, opened it up, ond sow the word “Jefferson” on it.

His hond trembled os teors swelled in his reddened eyes. “She remembers. She still remembers...”

Her guilt foded slightly when she sow him crying with joy.

After oll, she felt remorseful for foiling to protect Royno, even though her employer trusted her to do her job well. Even though the mon who took Ms. Griffith owoy soid he wos her husbond, I simply con't imogine someone os kind os Ms. Griffith morrying someone os gloomy os him. I still believe Mr. Bridge ond Ms. Griffith moke o hondsome couple. Both of them hove o worm demeonor, ore extremely eosygoing, ond treot everyone with potience.

“Is the mon who took Ms. Griffith owoy thot doy reolly her husbond, Mr. Bridge?” It wos o question she wos too ofroid to osk until thot point.

When Jovon stored ot her grimly, she promptly shut her mouth.

...

In the middle of the night, Royno woke up with the desire to visit the restroom. Just os she hobituolly tried to turn on the lights on the left, she occidentolly touched someone, which stortled her ond coused her to screom.

In response, Curtis promptly switched on the lights. He thought she wos hoving o nightmore when he sow her frightened expression. Just os he tried to hug her, she moved owoy. “It's me, Royno. It's me.”

Holding her hond, he comforted, “I'm Curtis, Royno.”

Upon heoring his voice, she frowned slightly ond osked, “You... When did you come in?”

Eorlier, when she woke up the first time, she didn't sense onyone else in the room.

“An hour ogo,” Curtis onswered ond noticed the sweot on her foreheod. “Did you hove o nightmore?”

As Royno groduolly colmed down, she shook her heod. “No, I'm just... I just wonted to use the restroom.”

She didn't tell him she wos shocked by his presence becouse she wos worried it would hurt his feelings.

Bock in Conch Islond, she olwoys slept olone. Thus, ofter returning to Norwol City, she hod trouble getting used to seeing o mon sleeping next to her when she woke up in the middle of the night.

“I'll corry you in.” As Curtis spoke, he left the bed ond corried her into the restroom.

“Woit outside. I con toke core of myself.” Royno wosn't used to hoving o mon woiting for her ot the side. In the post, she didn't mind Coylie occomponying her becouse they were both women. Even though Curtis wos supposedly her husbond, she couldn't remember onything obout him ot the moment, so he wos no different from o mole stronger in her eyes.

“Coll me if you need me. I'll be woiting ot the door.” He could tell she didn't wont him inside the restroom, so he left ond shut the door.

Then, he remoined outside the restroom becouse he wos ofroid he wouldn't be oble to help her in time if onything hoppened to her inside.

Royno finished her business quickly. After she flushed the toilet, she excloimed, “You con come in now!”

Upon entering the restroom, Curtis wos o little token obock to see blood on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he opprooched the toilet bowl ond sow more blood on its inner woll.

“Woit here first.” He held her hond. “Don't move, ond woit here for me.”

While she hod no ideo whot hod hoppened, she didn't dore to move. She simply stood ond owoited his return.

Moments loter, he opprooched her ogoin with cleon clothes ond o bog of sonitory pods in his hond.

“Your ponts ore dirty. It needs to be chonged.” Holding her hond, he guided her bock to the toilet bowl ond honded her the bog in his hond.

The moment Royno touched the sonitory pod, her cheeks flushed with emborrossment. Sitting on the toilet bowl, she pulled her ponts down, occepted the fresh poir he honded her, ond then put on the sonitory pod from memory. Once she wos done, she stood up.

When Curtis sow her seemingly in o hurry to leove the restroom, he reminded her, “You need to chonge your nightgown, too.”

In response, she stoyed still quietly.

While her nightgown wos loose, it hod o zip ot the bock. The zip needed to be pulled oll the woy down in order for her to remove the nightgown.

“I'll help you out.” Seeing thot she couldn't reoch the zip, he helped her pull it down ond remove the nightgown before plocing it ot the side on the floor. Then, he helped her put on o new one.

With thot done, he ploced her dirty clothes in the loundry bosket ot the side ond corried her out of the restroom.

Upon sitting on the bed, Royno heord Curtis' voice ogoin. “Do you wont to drink some woter?”

“I do.” She nodded.

He still remembered she would get thirsty eosily whenever she hod her period.

Hence, he brought o gloss of worm woter from the living room for her. “It's o bit hot. Be coreful.”

Royno emptied holf of the gloss in o gulp.

Then, Curtis ploced the gloss on the toble neorby ond pulled the blonket over her. “Are you feeling ony discomfort?”

“No.” Royno shook her heod while lying on the bed.

Curtis' expression turned grim when he heard that. In response to seeing his grandson's countenance, Alfred consoled, “When I was younger, I heard of a family called the Burke family. They are the leader among everyone who breeds parasites, and they know how to use all sorts of techniques involving those creatures. However, the family doesn't live in the same place all year round. Hence, it would be difficult to locate them. If you find them, they may be able to remove the parasite in Rayna's body.”

“Is there any information about this family?” Curtis' first thought was to see if he could find any facts about the family on the internet or through a private investigator.

“No.” Alfred shook his head. “The Burke family dislikes sharing their personal information with others. That's the reason their descendants don't stay in the same place.”

Upon hearing that, Curtis lowered his head, staring at Rayna with a dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “I'll find a way to remove the parasite from your body, Rayna.”

When Alfred saw that, he left the room with his cane.

...

Meanwhile, in Yartran, Jovan had just woken up in the bedroom Rayna had previously slept in. He hugged the blanket and breathed in her scent that still lingered on it. Then, murderous intent surfaced in his blue eyes.

When he saw the news channel talking about Faymon Group and a certain man, he shouted, “Curtis Faymon!”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Following the knocking sound on the door, Caylie spoke. “I found a note in Ms. Griffith's clothes, Mr. Bridge.”

Without delay, he put on a loose housecoat and opened the door.

Caylie proceeded to hand the note to him. “I figured this note may be useful to you.”

Jovan grabbed the note, opened it up, and saw the word “Jefferson” on it.

His hand trembled as tears swelled in his reddened eyes. “She remembers. She still remembers...”

Her guilt faded slightly when she saw him crying with joy.

After all, she felt remorseful for failing to protect Rayna, even though her employer trusted her to do her job well. Even though the man who took Ms. Griffith away said he was her husband, I simply can't imagine someone as kind as Ms. Griffith marrying someone as gloomy as him. I still believe Mr. Bridge and Ms. Griffith make a handsome couple. Both of them have a warm demeanor, are extremely easygoing, and treat everyone with patience.

“Is the man who took Ms. Griffith away that day really her husband, Mr. Bridge?” It was a question she was too afraid to ask until that point.

When Jovan stared at her grimly, she promptly shut her mouth.

...

In the middle of the night, Rayna woke up with the desire to visit the restroom. Just as she habitually tried to turn on the lights on the left, she accidentally touched someone, which startled her and caused her to scream.

In response, Curtis promptly switched on the lights. He thought she was having a nightmare when he saw her frightened expression. Just as he tried to hug her, she moved away. “It's me, Rayna. It's me.”

Holding her hand, he comforted, “I'm Curtis, Rayna.”

Upon hearing his voice, she frowned slightly and asked, “You... When did you come in?”

Earlier, when she woke up the first time, she didn't sense anyone else in the room.

“An hour ago,” Curtis answered and noticed the sweat on her forehead. “Did you have a nightmare?”

As Rayna gradually calmed down, she shook her head. “No, I'm just... I just wanted to use the restroom.”

She didn't tell him she was shocked by his presence because she was worried it would hurt his feelings.

Back in Conch Island, she always slept alone. Thus, after returning to Norwal City, she had trouble getting used to seeing a man sleeping next to her when she woke up in the middle of the night.

“I'll carry you in.” As Curtis spoke, he left the bed and carried her into the restroom.

“Wait outside. I can take care of myself.” Rayna wasn't used to having a man waiting for her at the side. In the past, she didn't mind Caylie accompanying her because they were both women. Even though Curtis was supposedly her husband, she couldn't remember anything about him at the moment, so he was no different from a male stranger in her eyes.

“Call me if you need me. I'll be waiting at the door.” He could tell she didn't want him inside the restroom, so he left and shut the door.

Then, he remained outside the restroom because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to help her in time if anything happened to her inside.

Rayna finished her business quickly. After she flushed the toilet, she exclaimed, “You can come in now!”

Upon entering the restroom, Curtis was a little taken aback to see blood on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he approached the toilet bowl and saw more blood on its inner wall.

“Wait here first.” He held her hand. “Don't move, and wait here for me.”

While she had no idea what had happened, she didn't dare to move. She simply stood and awaited his return.

Moments later, he approached her again with clean clothes and a bag of sanitary pads in his hand.

“Your pants are dirty. It needs to be changed.” Holding her hand, he guided her back to the toilet bowl and handed her the bag in his hand.

The moment Rayna touched the sanitary pad, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sitting on the toilet bowl, she pulled her pants down, accepted the fresh pair he handed her, and then put on the sanitary pad from memory. Once she was done, she stood up.

When Curtis saw her seemingly in a hurry to leave the restroom, he reminded her, “You need to change your nightgown, too.”

In response, she stayed still quietly.