Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 9

Not Easy Rayna stilled briefly as she realized why he had looked at her stomach like that. “It’s not what you think, Mr. Faymon,” she explained, feeling her cheeks warm. “I just had a little too much for breakfast, so my stomach isn’t feeling so well.” Curtis lowered his head, finally having the time to observe her. The woman looked completely different from when they had met at the bar. That night, she had an alluring slip dress on and had boldly thrown herself into his arms in a drunken stupor. This time, she was wearing a grey suit that accentuated her perfect figure. Not only that, but with her thin, pale-colored high heels along with her hair tied in a ponytail, she looked like a lady boss. Rayna kept her head especially low, as though she was afraid of meeting his gaze, and the fragrance she wore wafted into Curtis’ nostrils. The man felt his abdomen tighten. Thanks to their encounter in the hotel room that night, he knew how seductive the woman could be. “Julian is my nephew, so shouldn’t you be referring to me as Uncle Curtis?”

handsome you looked.” The man stared at her in silence. Rayna couldn’t help but feel unsettled as the atmosphere grew tense. She then sighed with relief only after Curtis retracted his finger. “I heard you’ve been married to Julian for over a year,” he mentioned out of the blue. Rayna knew what he was implying. How did you remain a virgin even after a year of marriage? Thinking about Julian, Rayna merely nodded and smiled forcefully

about her mother. “A family member’s gotten into a bit of an accident.” Curtis had vaguely heard the phone conversation. Seeing how frantic the woman looked, he decided not to question her further. “Go ahead.” “Thank you.” Then she left in a hurry, forgetting to give his cufflink back. Being the efficient worker he was, Gabriel had already sent the Sumanthovean representatives off by the time Curtis came out. “We’ve received the lab reports on that plant, Mr. Faymon,” the assistant announced in a slightly excited tone while handing a document over to Curtis. “It’s exactly as you predicted.”

can only speak Uronian, but it’s such a rarely used language that pretty much no outsider speaks it.” Curtis’ face fell. It had completely slipped his mind that if it weren’t for the language barrier, someone else would have already snatched that plant away long ago. After remaining quiet for a moment, the man