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.

You're finally back home, huh?” Inside the mansion. Octavia stood on the stairs lazily. Clad in a red silk nightgown, she teased, “I thought you won't be home

it on the couch. Giving her a cold

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

her way down the stabs to stand in front of the man. Her long, slender fingers brushed across

awray. He unbuttoned his shirt and marched to the wine cabinet. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning his throat. Slamming the glass onto

Shvomhid Mountain,” came Octavia's answer. She rubbed her hand that Thibault had

at her. Thibault gave a curt order. “Either you move out yourself,

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

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

mind as her

Thibault had tossed her suitcase down from the second floor.

clear to you that I wasn't 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.

glared at him. “Thibault, I dare you

a white gift box down. Seeing that, she implored. “Please don't throw7 that! I'll leave. I'll go

of breaking glass could be heard coming from within the box. Octavia's eyes filled with tears as she exclaimed, “Tliis is too much,

his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia, do you have a bad memory or do you

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