Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 155 Take Our Relationship To The Next Step

Rayna was at a loss for words. “I was just asking. Stop overthinking.”

Wyatt arched his brow. “If you really like Theodore, you should tell us. Although Theodore is a little older, he doesn’t have any bad habits. He used to be a soldier, so his background is impeccable.”

“Soldier?” She was slightly shocked and thought of something. “Are you saying that Mr. Xavier used to be a soldier before he started dabbling in business?” she then asked for verification from him.

Wyatt was startled by her reaction at first, but he soon smirked. “Wow. Do you have to be so surprised to learn that Theodore was a soldier? Do you have a uniform fetish, Ms. Garland?”

Rayna was bemused.

Oh, my goodness. Theodore used to be a soldier. Then, doesn’t this match Carl’s description of his father perfectly? In that case, doesn’t it mean there’s a possibility that Carl is Theodore’s son? Who is Carl’s mother, then? Is it Jasmine? If that’s true…

At that point, she glanced at Curtis. Her emotions were so complicated beyond description.

Curtis doesn’t know about this. If he marries Jasmine, doesn’t that mean he will have a son right away? No, no. Theodore and Curtis are best friends, so wouldn’t Curtis be raising Theodore’s son for him?

“Hello? Ms. Garland, are you okay?” Wyatt waved his hand before Rayna’s face. “Why do you keep staring at Curtis? Are you debating on whether Curtis or Theodore is better?”

As she did not really hear what he was saying, she instinctively nodded.

In an instant, Curtis’ expression darkened, and he grasped the wheelchair’s armrest tightly. “There’s no need to think so much. You’re not Theodore’s type,” he blurted out coldly.

Wyatt subconsciously shot a glance at him. “Really? How come I’m not aware of that…” he muttered in confusion.

His remark evoked a murderous glare from Curtis. “Wyatt, you’d better bring your roses and Ms. Marsh out of here before I lose my temper.”

“All right. Thank you for the roses!” Wyatt scurried off and yelled in the direction of the garden, “Jessie, you can pluck whatever flower that you like! Curtis said so!”

“Really? Mr. Faymon is such a generous man!”

his temples, Curtis had the urge to uproot all the plants in the

he got angry out of nowhere. Although she wanted to say something, his grim expression deterred

housekeepers I hired for you

Curtis closed the door

across Rayna’s face. It was slightly painful. Till then, she still could not fathom his irrational rage. Even if he’s angry because Wyatt plucked his roses, he should lash out at him instead. Why is he directing his anger at

the florist to purchase some large pots and soil for the roses. He even offered to find her

the two women’s house, Wyatt wanted to help Jessica move the roses into

you to three milkshakes when you’re free next time. You can drink your fill!” Jessica held his hand

we take

you

touching his nose, he explained, “Do you have a

her younger brother to me. We’re going to watch the movies

the drastic change in Wyatt’s expression,

you extremely confident? You’ve made quite a fool of yourself

she saw Wyatt shake his head,

“Mr. Lopez, you will meet someone better. I’ll thank

“This is my first time being rejected by a girl despite

gloating over his misfortune. “You can try and get a few more rejections from girls so that you won’t feel

him at a loss for

condominium, Jessica had been busy on the balcony. After she planted the roses, she took photographs of them with her phone, planning to search

shock when she saw the species

shaking hands. “Oh, my gosh! These roses are a rare species originating from Pollerton. One costs e-eight hundred

so startled that she

before inhaling sharply. “It’s not a flower if it’s eight hundred thousand.

wonder Mr. Faymon’s expression was so grim when we left. I took all three stalks of the roses, which means he lost two

lips twitched. “Did you really

didn’t know then! You can bring two stalks back when you visit

lips and asked Jessica, “I hired some housekeepers for Mr. Faymon. However, I’m afraid they wouldn’t take good care of him and gossip behind his back. Say,