Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 157 Heartache

Seeing that Naomi was making her way toward the conference room, Curtis trailed behind her. However, he did not go in and only caught a glimpse of Rayna through the half-open door. She was standing before the desk, pointing at the screen behind her as she spoke.

He observed the slender figure in silence.

The woman was wearing a flax-colored knitted dress that day, and her hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, making her look professional. Moreover, she had exquisite facial features and exuded a cold, elegant aura that commanded respect.

Unlike her previous mild-mannered self, she carried herself with confidence and pride as of then.

That was the result of his training.

Looking at the all-powerful Rayna, Curtis felt a sense of indescribable satisfaction. A hint of joy surfaced in his eyes, and after observing her for a little longer, he left the place quietly.

It ended up being a long meeting that lasted well past seven o’clock at night. All of the executives looked exhausted as they emerged from the conference room.

“Oh my goodness, how could the meeting last all day? I’m so tired!”

“Me too.”

“Did you guys notice that Ms. Garland is far scarier than Mr. Faymon during meetings? She seems to have absolutely no concept of time.”

The executives chattered among themselves while making their way downstairs. Soon enough, they had the shock of their lives when they noticed the subject of their discussion—Curtis—was sitting in the living room.

Why is Mr. Faymon here? Could it be that he has some sort of relationship with Ms. Garland?

They began speculating as soon as they saw Curtis, but none of them dared to utter their thoughts aloud. Wearing smiles, the executives greeted him and got out of the mansion right away.

About five minutes later, Rayna finally came downstairs, rubbing her shoulders as she went down the steps.

“Being a CEO is much more tiring than being an employee,” she mumbled. Only when she saw Curtis in the living room did she recall that she was in his mansion.

Rayna smacked her forehead, frustration written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. The meeting ran longer than I expected. I’ll go cook right away.”

“No need. Let’s just order takeout.” His heart ached at the sight of her weary expression.

dashing into the kitchen. Standing from a distance, she began to fill him in on the contents of their meeting that

some milk into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could

thud sounded in

over his face, and he instantly went to the kitchen in his wheelchair. At the same time, he dialed the doctor’s number with his

“Rayna!”

to bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up. At that moment,

the woman showed

had some color, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that she had fallen

her for a few seconds, after which

had hurried over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that there was

stay up late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking

in

a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of

pungent smell and was bitter to taste. Thus, she spat it

can she recover if she refuses to take

could only resort to his previous method. Curtis held the medicine in his mouth and brought his lips toward hers, forcing her to drink

her mouth and assumed she must have had

help himself, Curtis deepened the kiss and only

it off with his thumb. Watching

bed while wearing the same outfit as

the kitchen, so I carried

to say. “Y-You could’ve just given me

lifting her up and bringing her upstairs. How

newspaper and began reading through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the

make me stupid?” Shocked, Rayna

her at length before covering his lips with his hand, hiding

just about anything that

mean, Mr. Faymon!” Eventually, Rayna figured out he was only teasing her. With her brows furrowed, she stormed into the kitchen and began

head to the office after breakfast and return by noon

all, it would disturb Curtis’ rest if she constantly had people over

would take care of the remaining matters. “You’re the CEO. If you need to take care of every single thing, then

this time,” retorted Rayna. It concerned Faymon Group’s survival, after all. Before Chester made his