Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 66 Binoculars

Rayna took medicine on time every day, and soon, her body gradually recovered. She could now get out of bed and walk normally.

She had hurt her vocal cords when the opponent struck her neck, so it would take a long time before she fully recovered. Rayna wasn’t in a hurry, anyway. She thought it was good enough as long as she could go to the bathroom by herself.

Over the past few days, she had hardly been out of the suite, and neither had Curtis. Their food was delivered by the hotel waiter. During the day, Curtis would ask Rayna to help when he was doing his work.

At night, the two shared a bedroom. Rayna slept on the bed while Curtis slept on the chair, guarding the former closely.

Rayna was the one who felt the most awkward.

Whenever she was with Curtis during this time, she couldn’t help but recall the scene where he took off his pants that day. It was too embarrassing. She had mentioned that she wanted to go back to her room, but Curtis said it was not safe.

When Rayna finally finished going through the documents, she looked up and looked out the full-length window. The sun had already set.

She counted and realized that she had been in this room for five days since she had woken up!

Behind the desk next to her, the man was still busy with his work. His long cotton sleeves were rolled up to reveal his strong arms. He was concentrating on the document in his hand, looking composed.

Rayna propped her chin on her palm while staring at Curtis.

She had to admit that Curtis was really an outstanding man. He was excellent in every respect, whether it was his appearance or his talent. It was said that Curtis graduated with a double degree. He was, for sure, an overachiever.

Among the affluent CEOs she had come into contact with, all of them were either over fifty or sixty years old or had a potbelly. It was rare to meet someone like Curtis, who was shrewd, capable, and talented.

How can such a good man’s marriage be so miserable?

thought back to Jessica’s analysis of Curtis. A man like Curtis should be the one who was picky

came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shrouded the man. Rayna stared at his side profile in a daze, and slowly, the handsome face overlapped with another

her body. The figure in

Seemingly disturbed by Rayna’s actions, Curtis

Uncle Curtis, y-your face…

alike when her thought was cut off and she suddenly forgot who she was thinking of a moment

asked with a frown, “Is there something

hit her head and tried her best to think, but she just couldn’t remember. The way she hit her head was hilarious in Curtis’

head already.” Seeing that it was time to eat, Curtis closed the lid of the laptop and stood up. He looked at Rayna and said slyly, “You’re

was lost

Curtis while typing: Uncle Curtis, please be more careful next time when you speak.

thirty yet, and the title you put on me makes me sound like I’m older.” In the past, he could tolerate Rayna addressing him as Uncle Curtis,

the corner of his eye. “Get dressed. I’ll take

the past few days. She valued comfort and basically wore pajamas all the time. She was in her blooming

her

He rubbed his temples and thought that he must

superior. It was just that her temperament was extraordinary. It was probably because

the restaurant tonight, she didn’t bother to argue with him anymore and

was celebrating a local

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pool she had ever seen in the hotels she had stayed in. It is so luxurious! Wow, they even have a swimming

watched the tourists below having fun, her whole face almost plastered to the glass. She wanted so

by her side at all times. She didn’t dare to go out as well, but it was rare to come across such a luxurious swimming pool. She really wanted to

should be

with a message that read: Mr. Faymon, the swimming pool