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

taxi driver darted a glance at

lovers spat someplace else? I’d like to

a meek voice, he asked, “Um, my wife

look at the driver. Despite his hostile demeanor,

taxi driver

massaged her fair arm, shivering from the cold wind.

headed to the

drove a Hummer that day. Not only did it look domineering, but its impressive height demanded the aid

too tight. I can’t

the open door and grew impatient when she still had not emerged.

Jasmine shut her eyes.

years have passed, and his temper has worsened with the increase

here,” she

him, Theodore resigned himself to descending the vehicle. After going around the car, he found Jasmine standing there, looking exceptionally short next to

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

it my fault you wore a

this. Are you happy? Still, it’s not my fault that your

though the scowl on his face betrayed

Jasmine reined back her fury.

his arm, but he moved

of frustration welled up

but refuses to let me

a paint bucket in the corner of the

from you

mean to humiliate me with the bucket of

yanked her back. “You wanted a ride, and now you don’t. What is it that you want, Jasmine

she always managed to force him to

on his tongue, making him grit his teeth in

had been cruel to break things off four years ago without giving us a chance. Despite breaking things off so cleanly,

from his grasp. “I want to take a taxi now,” she

he heaved her straight into the Hummer. She slumped into the seat in an ungraceful heap while her heels dropped outside

a cargo to be manhandled