Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 187 You Are A Jerk

Clutching the money in her hand, Rayna suddenly did not know what to do.

At the end of the day, Jefferson was the one who diffused the awkward situation when he said that it was not a big deal for him to lend a helping hand to a newcomer at the university. Then, he accepted Rayna’s money and left.

Since Jefferson and Rayna were both in the Faculty of Translation, they ran into one another frequently and eventually became friends. On top of that, they had common interests, so Rayna agreed to be Jefferson’s girlfriend during one of the Christmases when he confessed his love for her.

The relationship they shared was loving and peaceful, without arguments, and Jefferson had always spoiled her like a princess.

“If I had not gone over that day…” Rayna’s voice trailed into silence as she turned away to look at the shimmering surface of the river, unwilling to recall what happened that fateful day.

A glint of sadness shone in Jefferson’s eyes, and he held Rayna’s hand, saying softly, “Belle, I will tell you everything when the time comes.”

“There is no need for that anymore.” Rayna pulled her hand away and smiled faintly. “Let’s just leave the past in our memories. We can think about it occasionally, but our lives are good enough as they are now.”

“Belle…”

“Jefferson, I’m not Belle anymore. Call me Rayna,” she corrected.

Jefferson’s Adam’s apple bobbed as distress rose in his heart.

He felt the urge to disclose everything to her at that moment so she could view him in a new light, but he knew it was still not the time for him to do so.

Bearing in mind the purpose of her visit to Hallsbay with Jefferson, Rayna quickly composed herself.

For the subsequent days, she brought Jefferson around for sightseeing according to the route that the lady Rayna met on the subway recommended.

They went to a museum, a small shop hidden in an alley that sold rare items, and the theatre, covering two to three attractions in just a single day on foot.

When the fifth day came, Jefferson told Rayna he wanted to visit the Divine Mountain.

Rayna looked it up online, and her legs promptly turned to jelly. ”That mountain is too high. It will take four hours to go up.”

“Well, the weather is not too hot. It will be nice to relax outdoors.”

Rayna smiled resignedly.

I don’t mind

hotel’s limousine and departed at six-thirty, arriving at the foot of the Divine Mountain at ten past seven. Many stores were spotted on both sides of the road,

she saw hardly anyone at the bottom of the mountain. However, two and a half hours into hiking up the mountain, they saw a group of people resting and eating before

guzzled half a bottle of water and asked Jefferson, “Why are we doing this? Is there something

at a small statue. “I’m praying for something really important,” he added in an inaudibly

rather than prayers. If prayers worked, I would have been one of the world’s most powerful women on

with that.” Jefferson fixed his watery blue eyes on

Cough!

on her water, and water spilled from the bottle, wetting

that, Jefferson passed her

going up.” Jefferson’s heart sank in disappointment

noontime, they finally made it to the

could be heard as a mild scent

Rayna was an atheist, she still followed Jefferson around, visiting the different statues, from the smaller

had his knees on the

Rayna lost herself in the sight, but Jefferson’s profile gradually merged with another person’s face in

but when she gazed at Jefferson again, her previous recollection had all vanished

Jefferson heard the commotion, he opened his

nothing,” Rayna replied, forcing a

it just

that day, they went home after that. Disturbed by what happened earlier, Rayna was so absent-minded she almost

“Rayna!”

of her

you tired of me already? You don’t seem yourself today,”

thinking about where we should go tomorrow. We’ve been to most of the attractions

“We’re going parachuting tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

terms with the plan, Jefferson tugged her into a private

felt her strength drain from her legs and muttered

replied calmly, putting on the

on the verge