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.

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

and tossed it on the couch. Giving her a cold look,

standing on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you were going to leave Yartran to

stabs to stand in front of the man. Her long,

glass of wine, he downed it in one swig, the

hand that Thibault had roughly slapped awray.

order. “Either you move out yourself,

no idea Thibault would do this 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 City, and I'm going to be here for the time being. I won't move into a hotel. We're in

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?

as her lips curled.

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

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

him. “Thibault, I dare

down. Seeing that, she

the gift box. and it crashed onto the ground in the living room. The sound of breaking glass could

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

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