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.

in this village is only around fifty years old might have something to do with their health. Therefore,

custom-made glass jars

Ms. Aisha told me a plant that can prolong a

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

won’t live past fifty-one years old. This also makes us question the effectiveness of the plant. Why do you ask?

“To be honest, I’m tempted to bring some home after learning about

past, villagers tried growing it elsewhere but

a grin. “My husband and I bought a few jars when we drove past Ackleton. The locals told us we

while expressing his gratitude. “You and your husband have given us so much. In the last few days, we’d been scratching our heads to think of the best gift to repay your

mention it, Mr. Yildiz,” Rayna responded with a

without anyone noticing them, but somehow, Rayna seemed aware of it. She went to the car today and retrieved five

Murat went to

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

matter of minutes, she filled all

looked at the containers and asked Rayna, “I can’t tell what is so special about these jars. Are you sure

hope so.” Rayna wiped off the sweat droplets on her

but she had no idea if they could

stepped out of the shed,

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

fully understand what Murat said, but when he noticed the expression on his face,

was standing behind Murat, could not help but giggle. Well, that’s because Curtis’ identity as a villager is fake. Anyone who gets to see him

don’t mind him. He has been like that since

always treat their wives well! You should

felt the situation was spiraling out of control. After hooking her hand around Curtis’ arm, she continued, “Trust me, he has improved tremendously under my guidance.

right, I’ll leave you

deeply. “What were you two talking about?

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

what she was trying to do.

course. We’re now husband

him bereft of