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.”

nothing like commoners. Hence, they’ll scare the villagers. Everything’s going to fall apart before we

questioned, “What do you

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

faint smile on her lips, Rayna took out the box she told Cillian to bring along from the jeep’s trunk. It was filled with clothing typically worn by

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

doing? Your fair skin is beautiful. Why

a sidelong glance, shutting him

very impressed by her

her face, she looked like a villager. Her eyes were so bright that they seemed like a pair of pearls shining brightly

Although Rayna isn’t as pretty as Kristie, I always found her attractive. It turns out it’s because of her eyes. Her eyes

Ms. Garland!” The motive behind Rayna’s actions dawned on Cillian immediately. “Let me keep

set of male clothing.

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

Curtis was rendered speechless.

took the clothes from Cillian and uttered flatly, “Stay here and take care of the rest. I’ll accompany Ms. Garland. The smell of blood on your body is too strong. If you go with Ms. Garland, you’ll

his shirt and felt

she was befuddled when Cillian and Curtis wanted to tag along. “Mr. Faymon, I’ll go alone. A matter as trifle as this shouldn’t trouble

I thought this was troublesome, I wouldn’t have come personally,”

villagers’ clothing was relatively revealing. To change into it, he had to take off his shirt. Rayna watched

rested his fingers on the fourth button to glance at

Rayna was still staring at Curtis’ collarbone, thinking that she could see more of him.

attire made of woven fabric looked like it belonged to an internationally renowned brand when he wore it. His eyes were downcast, and the muscles on his arms

palette, but he was too tall that she could not reach his face. “Mr. Faymon, I need to apply

and his

can do it yourself.” With