Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 190 Disallowed To Have Designs On My Woman

“Let go of me, Jefferson. I’m about to suffocate!” Rayna tried shoving Jefferson away.

Jefferson only released his hold on her after hugging her tightly for a long while. Rayna immediately backed away and eyed him warily.

Her guardedness had disappointment flooding Jefferson. But this also proves that the hurt I inflicted upon her is etched into her, and she can never forget me. Following that thought, a gratified grin appeared on his face.

Then, he urged, “Listen to me and sever all ties with Curtis as soon as possible, for he isn’t a good man. Just tell me whatever you want. Even if you want to establish your own company, I can help you.”

“The two of you are more or less the same, cut from the same cloth,” Rayna scoffed coldly.

We’ve broken up years ago, but he appeared out of the blue and put up this whole charade to garner sympathy!

“You don’t understand.” Jefferson wanted to say something further, but he gave up in the end, merely asking, “You still plan on helping him?”

“I owe him that much.”

Jefferson pinned his gaze on Rayna. A long moment later, he chuckled. “How brilliant of Curtis! It turns out that he had long since known the importance of a woman’s pity and sympathy.”

Rayna’s brows furrowed, for she didn’t quite understand his meaning. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

It’s okay if she wants to help him. Anyway, Faymon Group won’t be able to hold out for long. Sooner or later, the truth will come to light. No other man is allowed to have designs on my woman!

When the two of them left the manor and returned to the hotel, Jefferson locked himself in the bedroom, seemingly having some business to settle. Rayna didn’t know where to go, so she did the same and went back to her bedroom.

The instant she tapped open WhatsApp, countless unread messages popped out.

Most of them were from Kristie.

Ever since she started dating James, she shamelessly added Rayna and texted her a greeting every single day. That aside, she would send food over to Faymon Group for Rayna from time to time, determined to get in the latter’s good books.

Slowly, Rayna’s heart softened and stopped treating her harshly.

tied, for she couldn’t break the couple up when even Linda

very first time. In other

exit the conversation, a flurry of messages

you’ve been on a business trip, Ms. Sanders seized the opportunity to seduce Curt. The two of them have gone to the airport today to go on a honeymoon! Curt has even turned off his phone.

phone, giving her

amused at first, but when she saw the word “honeymoon,” an

their engagement just for the sake of collaboration? Why are

Sheer disappointment deluged her.

she had begun thinking of Curtis every so often. She would think of his smile, his intimidating countenance, how protective he was of her, and how

valued his family, but he wouldn’t side with them blindly. At

her initial position as an interpreter so quickly. No one else

they

pictures of Jessica and Wyatt as well as posts of Kristie showing off the lunch that

irate, she blocked them on

six in the evening, Jefferson knocked on Rayna’s door. He

a gown.

side. She then wanted to ask him where they were going, planning

had engaged the services of a styling

manicure, and matching her accessories with her gown. In a mere hour, they transformed her into a celebrity poised to

the mirror, she suddenly understood why celebrities wanted

Whoa! I’m breathtakingly stunning!

when she stepped out of

hotel, Jefferson briefly explained to Rayna that they would be attending a charity dinner

understanding before inquiring, “So, we’re going to join in the

over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his breath warm against her cheek. “Yeah. It’s our last

personal space.” Leaning backward in discomfiture, Rayna coughed to mask her embarrassment. Subsequently, she changed the subject. “Don’t forget

smile in Jefferson’s eyes

He grunted in acknowledgment.

a stop before the entrance of a hotel known as

out below the stairs. Both sides of the red carpet were crowded with various media outlets, relentlessly snapping away at those who

a hand on Jefferson’s arm, she walked down the red

“Mr. Hamilton.”