Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 210 Speak To Me Properly

Curtis narrowed his eyes, and a suffocating, murderous intent emanated from him.

Wyatt was the first to crack. “Don’t be like that, Curtis. Ms. Garland is fine, isn’t she? Besides, your fiancée is here. Let’s not frighten her.”

Immediately afterward, he received a death stare from Theodore, which caused his heart to hammer wildly.

“Ms. Garland is fine. Don’t worry, Curtis,” Jeremy assured Curtis. “As for the perpetrator’s identity, I’m sure we will eventually find some clues by going through the surveillance footage thoroughly.”

Curtis nodded, then shot a glance at Wyatt.

“I know. I’m on it.” With a single glance, the latter knew what was expected from him. Why did I choose to major in computer science and behavioral analysis? ”I’ll give Jessie a call,” he added.

“No need.” Curtis draped his suit jacket over Rayna and lifted her easily in his arms. “She stays in the same residential area as Kristie, to whom I am about to pay a visit.”

“I saw Kristie’s Instagram feed. She’s filming out of state now!” Wyatt replied at once.

“She’ll be coming back tonight. Do you have an opinion about that?” Wearing a half-smile, Curtis stared at him and continued, “I must trouble you to go through the surveillance footage, Wyatt. I hope you will have something new to report to me tomorrow morning.”

Wyatt’s shoulders slumped when the realization struck him.

Argh! I’m such a blabber!

“I’ll stay back and work with Wyatt,” Jeremy offered with a smile. “If you didn’t have any drinks, Theodore, help send Ms. Sanders home. It’s not safe for her to return alone.”

Jasmine did not object to it, accepting the suggestion pleasantly. “Thank you.”

There was no response from Theodore.

However, after they exited the building, he did not do as Jeremy had requested. Once Curtis left with Rayna in his arms, he walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. “We’re going in opposite directions, Ms. Sanders. Why don’t you take a taxi home?”

Jasmine’s eyes dimmed. Instead of entering the vehicle, she merely smiled at Theodore. “They asked you to send me home, Mr. Xavier, and now you’re handing me over to the taxi driver, a stranger. Aren’t you afraid of something happening to me?”

“I will take a picture of the license plate and hold him accountable if anything happens to you,” he replied.

Yet, she stood her ground. “I won’t take a cab. I can’t stand the smell. Either take the long way to send me home or leave me with Mr. York.”

muscles on Theodore’s face grew

a glance at the man,

you two have your lovers spat someplace else? I’d like to earn

the couple was still in a stalemate. In a meek voice, he asked, “Um, my wife is in the hospital about to deliver a baby.

look at the driver. Despite his hostile demeanor, he still shut the

taxi driver

shivering from the cold wind.

the duo headed to

Not only did it look domineering, but its impressive height demanded the aid of a stool to mount. Lowering her head, Jasmine gazed at

is too tight. I

and grew impatient when

Jasmine shut her eyes.

years have passed, and his temper has

over here,”

going around the

at her gown. “It’s too tall. Besides, I can’t

my fault you wore a

wear this. Are you happy? Still,

word, though the scowl on his face betrayed his

her fury. “Give me a

his arm, but he moved backward, causing her to

instant, a sense of frustration welled up

but refuses to let me

around. Upon spotting a paint bucket in the corner of the wall,

you, but I don’t want a ride from you anymore.”

mean to humiliate me with the bucket

her arm and yanked her back. “You wanted a ride, and now you don’t. What is it that you want, Jasmine Sanders?” His gaze on

was a reticent person, she always managed

a thorn on his tongue, making him

four years ago without giving us a chance. Despite breaking things off

grasp. “I want to

strong arms, he heaved her straight into the Hummer. She slumped into

be manhandled like so?”