Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 81 A Job For Men

Unfortunately for Cillian, the spot he was standing allowed him to see Curtis poking his head out of the car window. At the sight of the latter’s stony expression and gaze, he shuddered. “Hi, Mr. Faymon!”

Curtis merely let out a grunt in acknowledgment. “Once you’re done talking, get into the car. It’s going to rain soon.”

Rayna looked at the sky and muttered under her breath, “The weather is splendid! Why would it rain?” Still, she stopped chatting with Cillian and put the box into the trunk.

Cillian then got into the car as well.

However, he scratched his head in bewilderment as he glanced at the jeep ahead. Why did Mr. Faymon talk in that tone? Is he in a bad mood?

As those eight jeeps drove past, they stirred up a thick cloud of dust from the ground. All of a sudden, the sunny weather disappeared, and the heavy rain poured.

Rayna was dumbstruck when she saw the rain droplets blurring the car’s windows. Uncle Curtis was right!

However, the rain did not last long as it stopped pouring at around half past five that evening. Despite that, the sky was still gloomy. By then, the jeeps had successfully gone past the mountain and arrived at another spot.

Upon getting out of the car, Rayna realized their surroundings were filled with shrubs taller than her. We’re surrounded by mountains. If it weren’t for the dirt road, I would’ve thought that we’d ended up in a primeval forest.

They seemed to have stopped on top of a slope. When she looked down along the dirt road, she could faintly see a village covered by plants. It seemed like the greenery had the buildings fully encircled.

“Cillian,” Curtis called out in a deep voice.

Like a monkey, Cillian rushed toward Curtis and asked, “How may I help you, Mr. Faymon?”

“Tell everyone to have a rest here and wait for the next instruction.” Curtis then looked up into the sky. The sky isn’t completely dark yet, so we still can’t make our move.

Before Cillian could say a word in response, Rayna piped up, “I’ll scout out the area first, Mr. Faymon. I know you want all of us to move in together after nightfall. However, you seem to have forgotten about something.”

at Cillian and the rest, she continued, “They’re filled with murderous intent, making them look nothing like commoners. Hence, they’ll scare the villagers. Everything’s going to

it and questioned, “What do you have

Since he brought Rayna, who knew Uronian, along, he naturally would want to get the negotiation done as soon as possible. Now that Rayna is offering an alternative, I’ll go along with it as long as it’s a good

took out the box she told Cillian to bring along from the jeep’s trunk. It was filled

some dye before applying the mixture to her body. Soon, her porcelain white skin

his head and asked curiously, “Ms. Garland, what are you doing? Your fair skin is beautiful. Why

a sidelong glance, shutting him up

all, she was very impressed by her own makeup skills.

villager. Her eyes were so bright that they seemed like a pair of pearls shining brightly

was then he finally figured out something that had been puzzling him. Although Rayna isn’t as pretty as Kristie, I always found her attractive. It turns out

with the villagers, Ms. Garland!” The motive behind Rayna’s actions dawned on Cillian immediately. “Let me keep you company, then. Not only are you a lady, but you also don’t know how to fight. You might end

he flipped through the box and found a set of male clothing. Just as he wanted to get changed, he heard coughs from

to look at Curtis and asked, “Do you have a sore throat, Mr. Faymon? I have some lozenges

Curtis was rendered speechless.

flatly, “Stay here and take care of the rest. I’ll accompany Ms. Garland. The smell of blood on your body

his shirt and felt a little aggrieved. I don’t

go alone, so she was befuddled when Cillian and Curtis wanted to tag along. “Mr. Faymon, I’ll go alone. A matter as trifle

I wouldn’t have

shirt. Rayna watched as he undid the

stopped and rested his fingers on the fourth button

could see more of him. After their gazes met, she smiled awkwardly and

looked like it belonged to an internationally renowned brand

palette, but he was too tall that she could

furrowed his brows, and his expression

Perhaps you can do it yourself.” With that, she gave him the contour palette and told him which shade to