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.

fact that the life expectancy in this village is only around fifty years old might have something

glass jars

prolong a person’s longevity could be found

And that’s why we’re as fit as a fiddle. Those in their forties tend to look like they were in their twenties or

then let out a sigh. “But somehow, many of us won’t live past fifty-one years old. This also

to

you’ll be disappointed,” Murat responded with a frown. He continued, “In the past, villagers tried growing it

to give me a few plants.” Rayna gave him a grin. “My husband and I bought a few jars when we drove past Ackleton. The

to collect as many plants as you wish.” Murat chuckled while expressing his gratitude. “You and your husband have given us

Yildiz,” Rayna responded with

them, but somehow, Rayna seemed aware of it. She went to the car today

and Murat went to the

jar’s cover, she dug out the plants with some soil, placed them

she filled all

what is so special about these jars. Are

wiped off the sweat

glass jars, but she had no idea if

they stepped out

she’s only here in the shed for a while?” Murat teased him. “Though you always carry a deadpan expression everywhere you go

said, but when he noticed the expression on his face, his

because Curtis’ identity as a villager is fake. Anyone who

Yildiz, please don’t mind him. He has been like that since he was a kid,” Rayna

their wives well! You should stay here with us. My son is twenty

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

but to give up. “All right, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I’m

Rayna deeply. “What were you two talking about? You seem like you’re

Yildiz wanted me to stay and told me his son was twenty-three years old.” Rayna skipped the comments Murat made about him.

at his arm and knew what she was trying to

now

remark left him bereft