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.

this village is only

glass jars arrived five days

that can prolong a person’s longevity could be found in the village. She also said

said, “we consume them daily. And that’s why we’re as fit as a fiddle. Those in their

won’t live past fifty-one years old. This also

tempted to bring some home after learning about

afraid you’ll be disappointed,” Murat responded with a frown. He continued, “In the past, villagers tried growing it elsewhere but failed. The plant can’t seem to

you’re willing 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 locals told us

your husband have given us so much. In the last few days, we’d

it, Mr. Yildiz,” Rayna

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

Murat went to the

with some soil, placed

she filled all five glass

and asked Rayna, “I can’t tell what is so special about these jars.

hope so.” Rayna wiped off

to custom-make those glass jars, but she had no

out of the shed, Curtis

you worried that something bad might happen to your wife when she’s only here in the shed for a while?” Murat teased him. “Though you always carry a deadpan expression everywhere you go and tend to give people the cold shoulder, you seem to dote on your

said, but when he noticed the expression on his face, his lips began to

because Curtis’ identity as a villager is fake. Anyone who gets to see him smile should

been like that

should always treat their wives well! You should stay here with

Mr. Yildiz.” Rayna felt the situation was spiraling out of control. After hooking her hand around Curtis’ arm, she continued, “Trust me, he has improved tremendously

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

Curtis stared at Rayna deeply. “What were you two

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

was trying to

We’re now husband

him bereft