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.

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

thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could have a good night’s sleep

dull thud

a person lying on the ground when his gaze landed on the kitchen. A cloud passed over his face, and he instantly went to

“Rayna!”

face

woman

check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that

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

hurried over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that

she doesn’t stay up late and

nodded in understanding.

doctor away, he opened a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of its content into a spoon before feeding it to

emanated a pungent smell and was bitter to taste. Thus, she spat it out right after he fed

can she recover if she

that time around, the spoon was almost knocked to the ground. Left with no other choice, he could only resort to

smell the faint scent of coffee in her mouth and assumed she must

the kiss and

corner of her lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb. Watching the fast-asleep Rayna, he felt his

when she noticed she was sleeping on the bed while wearing the same outfit as the previous day. She could not

the kitchen,

to say. “Y-You could’ve just given me a blanket, Mr. Faymon. You

she imagined Curtis lifting her up and bringing her upstairs.

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 a few times

make me stupid?” Shocked,

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

just about

was only teasing her.

the office after breakfast and return by noon once she was done taking

Curtis’ rest if she constantly

was unnecessary, for Naomi would take care of the remaining matters. “You’re the CEO. If you need to take care of every single thing, then what’s the use of the

time,” retorted Rayna. It concerned Faymon Group’s survival, after all. Before Chester made his next move, she dared not