Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 17 Open It

It was a rather unnerving meal. Julian would glare at Rayna from time to time as though warning her, “Just wait until we get home.” Even so, the woman pretended not to notice.

She had already moved most of her stuff out of the Faymon residence and didn’t intend to return, anyway.

Suddenly, the man next to her coughed gently and gave her a light kick underneath the table. She turned her head nervously and saw Curtis nod before getting up to go to the restroom.

It took the woman a moment to guess that he was probably waiting for her to explain what had happened earlier today, so she quickly grabbed her purse and headed to the restroom too.

As soon as Rayna arrived in the hallway, someone darted past her.

She looked up and realized that the person who had just overtaken her was Meredith. The latter wrapped herself around Curtis’ arm and pressed her body against him upon nearing him.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Faymon.” Despite apologizing, Meredith had no intention of moving and spoke in a soft voice. “I think I twisted my foot.”

Curtis remained where he was, not moving an inch.

Meredith grew bolder and began to tug the neckline of her dress downward. “I’ve always admired you, Mr. Faymon. I want to serve you. I know there are lots of other people at Faymon Group. I may not be the best, but I know I work the hardest. If you’re willing to give me a chance, I’d like to follow you to Norham for work.”

Rayna was bereft of words.

wondering what she even saw in Julian, but it turns out she’s

Meredith added, wrapping

very next second, she felt a sharp pang on her wrist as Curtis

expressionless, but they instantly sent a chill down Meredith’s

should just quit. Don’t you think so?” Curtis remarked

woman began to panic. She had gone through so much just to get to where she was today, and she certainly

way, Rayna hastily lowered her head,

only to

pretending you didn’t see me. Don’t you agree, Rayna?” Curtis asked while kicking the door to the restroom open and gazing at

skin upon being called out, the woman glanced at the restroom before

talked was in the ladies’ room,

“I’m not pregnant, I swear!

that so?” The man’s lips curled upward. Seeing how tense she looked made him want to

ears flush as she was brought

down. “We’re all adults, are we

was

if she didn’t mind it, he wouldn’t either. Still, he hadn’t

matter

the men’s restroom, for crying out loud. What if someone comes in? I’m out

He took out his phone and