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

glass jars arrived five days

a person’s longevity could be found in the

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

old. This also makes us question the effectiveness of the

honest, I’m tempted to

“In the past, villagers tried growing

husband and

gratitude. “You and your husband have given us so much. In the last few days, we’d been scratching

Yildiz,” Rayna

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

Rayna and Murat went to

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

she filled all five glass jars with

and asked Rayna, “I can’t tell what is so special about these jars. Are you sure they can keep the plants

off the sweat droplets on her

might have instructed Gabriel to custom-make those glass jars, but she had no idea if they could

moment they stepped out of the

only here in the shed for a while?” Murat teased him. “Though you always carry a

noticed the expression on his face,

was standing behind Murat, could not help but giggle. Well, that’s because Curtis’ identity as a

been like that since he was a kid,” Rayna

face and said, “That’s not good! Men should always treat their wives well! You should stay here with

hooking her hand around Curtis’ arm,

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

“What were you two talking about? You

his son was twenty-three years old.” Rayna skipped the comments Murat made about him. “And

glanced at his arm and knew what she was trying to do. “So you used me

now

him bereft of