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.

stairs lazily. Clad in a red silk nightgown, she teased, “I thought you won't be

of his coat and tossed it on the couch. Giving her a cold

“Six months ago,

in front of the man. Her long, slender fingers brushed across the man's chest. “How could you

cabinet. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning his throat. Slamming the glass onto the cabinet, he

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

a curt order. “Either you move out yourself, or I kick you

me to! I don't care what you think. You're

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 get so angry? He chose to leave

flashed across her mind as her lips curled. “Nonval

bang sounded behind her. Octavia whirled around to realize that Thibault had tossed her suitcase

interested in you at all. I am grateful 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 to Octavia's room and tossed her

him. “Thibault, I dare you to toss

from the bedroom, about to hurl a white gift box down. Seeing that, she implored.

gift box. and it crashed onto the ground in the living room. The sound of breaking glass could be heard coming from within the box. Octavia's

He slowly undid the buttons on liis shirt and took off his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia,

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.