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.

a quick meal.” As she spoke, she was already dashing into the kitchen.

into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna

thud sounded

person lying on the ground when his gaze landed on the kitchen. A cloud passed over his face,

“Rayna!”

his strength to bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her

the woman showed

her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever.

lingered on her for a few seconds, after which he finally

Rayna a checkup and found that there was nothing wrong with her. She

she doesn’t stay up late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking

in understanding. “Thank

a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of its content into a spoon before

spat it out right after he fed

helpless. How 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

coffee in her mouth and assumed she must have had plenty during the

help himself, Curtis deepened the kiss and only let her

with his thumb. Watching the fast-asleep Rayna, he felt his heart soften and ache

on the bed while wearing the same outfit as

the kitchen, so

“Y-You could’ve just given me a blanket, Mr. Faymon. You didn’t

off as she imagined Curtis lifting her up and bringing her

not that heavy. Quite similar to Kristie, actually.” Curtis lifted the newspaper and began reading through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the handrail

Shocked, Rayna instinctively

at length before covering his lips with his hand, hiding the delighted

believes just about

figured out he was only teasing her.

the office after breakfast

rest if she constantly had

the CEO. If you need to

survival, after all. Before Chester made his next move, she dared not let others handle