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.

on the stairs lazily. Clad in a red silk nightgown, she teased,

tossed it on the couch.

the man standing on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you were going to leave Yartran to come to Nonval City. I

front of the man. Her long, slender fingers brushed across the man's chest. “How could you lie to me. Thibault? Don't you feel

of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning his throat.

rubbed her hand that Thibault had roughly slapped awray. A noticeable red mark

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

to her. Furious, she watched as he climbed up the stairs and declared, “I did everything you told me to! I don't care what you think. You're in Nonval

in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her breath,

mind as her lips curled. “Nonval City...

realize that Thibault had tossed her suitcase down from the second floor. “Thibault, tliis is

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. We're even now!” Thibault declared. He returned

him. “Thibault, I dare

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 don't

onto the ground in the living room. The sound of breaking glass could be heard coming from within the box. Octavia's eyes filled with tears as she exclaimed,

and took off his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia, do you

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 on