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.”

continued, “They’re filled with murderous intent, making them look nothing like commoners. Hence, they’ll scare the villagers. Everything’s going to fall apart before we

questioned, “What do you

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

Cillian to bring along from the

dye before applying the mixture to

Garland, what are you doing? Your fair skin is beautiful. Why

him a sidelong glance, shutting him

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

makeup on her face, she looked like a villager. Her eyes were so bright that they seemed

at her. It 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 it’s because of her eyes. Her eyes always look so bright and determined, regardless of the situation

in 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

a set of male clothing. Just as he wanted to get changed, he heard

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

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

it?” Cillian took a whiff of his shirt and felt a little aggrieved.

go alone, so 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

this was troublesome, I wouldn’t have

off his shirt. Rayna

unbuttoning, he suddenly stopped and rested his fingers on

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

was done changing. Due to his excellent body proportions, the attire made of woven fabric looked like it belonged to an internationally renowned brand when he wore it. His eyes were downcast,

out the contour palette, but he was too tall that she could not reach

and his expression turned grim. “Must

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