Dear Sweetheart novel

Chapter 662

Rayna tugged at the comer of his shirt and pleaded. “Please? Let me come with you.”

She looked so pitiful that Curtis' heart softened. He eventually found himself relenting and permitting her to accompany them on their journey.

Rayna could finally relax. “By the way, what did Mr. Yeast tell you earlier?” she asked as she munched on a piece of pancake Curtis gave her.

Curtis stopped mid-motion as he was about to place a plate of spaghetti on the coffee table. He quickly came up with a different excuse. “Oh, it was just a small matter at work. Nothing significant.”

“Oh, I see,” came Rayna's reply.

Rayna and Curtis had a simple yet satisfying dinner at the hotel after then two-hour hike, which had been incredibly tiling. After the meal, Rayna was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes open. She curled up on the couch and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

After Curtis cleared the mess on the table, he carried Rayna up from the couch and walked into the bathroom.

It was a rainy night in Norwal City.

A man in a khaki coat emerged from his black sports car parked in the three hundred square meters wide courtyard of Windshadow Mansion. He strode toward the entrance and went inside the mansion.

lazily. Clad in a

the couch. Giving her a cold look, he asked.

her ear lobes and tossed them to the man standing on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you were going to leave Yartran

as she made her way down the stabs to stand in front of the man. Her long, slender fingers brushed across the man's chest. “How could you lie to

of wine, he downed

to Shvomhid Mountain,” came Octavia's answer. She rubbed her hand that Thibault had roughly slapped awray. A

out now!” Without looking at her. Thibault gave a curt order. “Either you move out yourself, or I kick you

you think. You're in

his hand on the doorknob, hesitating before pushing the door open. He then slammed it shut with such force that Octavia jolted in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her breath, “Why did he

her mind as

Octavia whirled around to realize that Thibault had tossed her suitcase down from

for your assistance in helping me leave the country and, as a result, I promise not to pursue the issue of you drugging me that night.

him. “Thibault, I dare you to toss

when Thibault emerged from the bedroom, about to hurl a white gift box down. Seeing that, she implored. “Please don't throw7 that! I'll leave. I'll go right now! Just

The sound of breaking

as though he had just heard a joke. He slowly undid the buttons on liis shirt and took off his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia, do you have a

the sight of the empty spot underneath liis sleeve where liis aim should be. Pursing her lips, she responded stubbornly, “That wasn't entirely my fault. It was that woman's fault that you lost your arm. Why are you blaming it