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.”

Theodore’s face grew

taxi driver darted a glance at the man, then

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

couple was still in a stalemate. In a meek voice, he asked, “Um,

at the driver. Despite

taxi driver sped out

from the cold

the duo headed

look domineering, but its impressive height demanded the aid of

dress is too tight.

grew impatient when

Jasmine shut her eyes.

temper has worsened

over here,” she

annoyance bubbling up within him, Theodore resigned himself to descending the vehicle. After going around the car, he

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

fault you wore

it was my choice to wear this. Are

saying a word, though the scowl

nasty temper, Jasmine reined back her fury. “Give me

to grab his arm, but he moved backward, causing

instant, a sense of frustration welled up

Rayna but refuses

looked around. Upon spotting a paint bucket in the corner of the wall, he brought it over

don’t want a ride from

he mean to humiliate me with

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

though he was a reticent person, she always managed to force him to become

tongue, making him grit his teeth in vexation

off four years ago without giving us a chance. Despite breaking things off so cleanly, she appears before me again four years later. What do I

flung herself free from his grasp. “I want to take a taxi now,”

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

a cargo to be