Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 87 We Are Now Husband And Wife

The villagers were pleased that Curtis brought a truck full of food to the village, so they allowed Rayna and him to stay for a couple of days since the vehicle’s tires went flat.

After turning down their offer out of courtesy a few times, she eventually accepted their offer.

In the late evening, Curtis, the village chief, and a few other villagers returned with a load of wild animals. It looked like they had a fruitful hunt.

Meanwhile, the ladies set up the cooking station. They even served the mustard leaves they only consumed on special occasions and whipped up a sumptuous meal for the crowd.

The well-lit courtyard was as bright as day. Laughter filled the air as some villagers entertained the crowd by singing their unique folk songs.

As usual, wine was provided.

Last night’s experience had prompted Rayna to remind the village chief. “Mr. Yildiz, my husband is allergic to alcohol, so I’m afraid he’ll have to sit out the drinking session.”

Upon hearing that, Murat took away the wine glass as he did not want to pressure Curtis.

Curtis knew what Rayna did. While the villagers were enjoying themselves, he approached her and whispered in her ear, “Nothing bad happened to me last night, right?”

“Of course, something happened to you. You were allergic to alcohol,” Rayna explained, “I almost forgot you had red spots all over your body. I guess you’re not aware of it, too, right?”

“Really?”

Rayna gave him a sincere nod. Yet, a line still formed between Curtis’ brows. Is that why Gabriel always stopped me from drinking heavy liquor?

Somehow, he felt something was not quite right.

Curtis and Rayna stayed in the village for the next few days. When the former went for a stroll around the area, Rayna would remain in the settlement and chat with the women.

Most of the children were boys under the age of ten. As they were all considerably obedient, Rayna enjoyed teaching them the Tyrandasian language by writing words on the rock.

The children’s curiosity boosted their learning abilities. They were able to write a word after repeating it six times.

meaningful life had they received formal education in the city. The fact that the life expectancy in this village is only around fifty years old might have something to do with their

custom-made glass jars

me a plant that can prolong a person’s

consume them daily. And that’s why we’re as fit as a fiddle. Those in their forties tend to

many of us won’t live past fifty-one years old. This also makes us question the effectiveness

tempted to bring some home after learning about

villagers tried growing

gave him a grin. “My husband and I bought a few jars when we drove past

his gratitude. “You and your husband have given us so much. In the last few days,

Yildiz,” Rayna responded with

he had successfully hidden the glass jars in the car without anyone noticing them, but somehow, Rayna seemed aware of it. She went to the

that, Rayna and Murat went to

cover, she dug out the plants with some soil, placed them in the containers, and fastened the

a matter of minutes, she filled

can’t tell what is so special

Rayna wiped off the sweat

jars, but she had no idea if they could

moment they stepped out of the shed, Curtis

the shed for a while?” Murat teased him. “Though you always carry a deadpan expression everywhere you go and tend to give people the

he noticed the expression on his

because Curtis’ identity as a villager is fake. Anyone

has been like that since he was a kid,”

immediately put on a stern face and said, “That’s not good! Men should always treat their wives

hand around Curtis’ arm, she continued, “Trust me, he has

had no choice but to give up. “All right, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I’m going to go

deeply. “What were you two talking

stay and told me his son was twenty-three years old.” Rayna skipped the comments Murat made about him. “And he wants

was

We’re now husband and

left him bereft