Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 215 Curtis Says One Thing And Does The Other

The long and passionate kiss dizzied Rayna. For a moment, she lost herself in the intimate exchange but soon punched his chest from the lack of breath.

Once Curtis let go of her, she immediately backed away and stuck herself close to the shelf. “Mr. Faymon, I’m going to sue you for sexual harassment!” she snarled, glaring at him.

At that, the man loosened his tie even more. His narrowed eyes carried a hint of playfulness, showing how scheming he could be. “Sure. Let’s also include the incident at the bar from half a year ago.”

“Y-You’re shameless!” Every one of his actions on that day gave Rayna the impression that she barely knew him. “You were the one who said we’ll write off that incident if I followed you to seal that business deal in Tyrandas.”

“That’s right, but that business deal wasn’t sealed.” Curtis took advantage of the loophole in her words as he gently placed his arm next to her head. “Besides, after that, I helped you again.”

Rayna was choked with fury.

Did he lose his mind or something? Why did he become so flirty?

“Rayna, the car accident was my fault; I used you.” Curtis’ tone suddenly became serious. “But I’ve never thought of you as a pawn. You’re worthy of my trust.”

He had been in the business world for so long, and the women around him consisted of businesswomen, celebrities, lawyers, and even socialites. All those years, the only person he could trust was Kristie.

As of then, he could also place his trust in Rayna.

When he sought her help, it was undeniable that he thought of using her to achieve his own goals. However, it was more accurate to say that he wanted to push her to her limits and make her shine.

His words brought up the pain in Rayna’s heart.

If it were not for Curtis’ nudge, she would not be where she was then. Indeed, she should thank him, but she still could not reconcile herself to Julian’s death.

A person died. This isn’t a data spreadsheet that can be restored if it’s gone.

“Mr. Faymon, it’s all in the past now. There’s no use bringing it up.” Rayna titled her body and brushed past him to leave. Her flat tone of voice caused Curtis to press his lips together tightly.

Annoyance filled his heart, and he slammed his fist on the shelf.

Later, when the two of them walked together once again, it was evident that there was an awkward tension between them. Rayna was purposely putting some distance between Curtis and herself. Even when they were paying for the groceries, she insisted on paying for them herself.

Gabriel was also bemused.

so perfect. I made Ms. Garland and Mr. Faymon come out together so that they could spend time alone and improve their relationship, but why does it feel like

the groceries to the kitchen when they arrived at

to Curtis and asked softly, “Mr. Faymon, what happened? Ms. Garland’s mood is now worse than when she first saw

“Get lost.”

his

Faymon is also

she went, the kitten would follow. Afraid of stepping

sitting on the couch. Before her head could touch his dress pants, he

he called Gabriel over. “Get your cat

kitten that’s barely a month old. What are you afraid of?” Gabriel walked over and carried the kitten away. “Ms. Garland absolutely adores her. She even wants to bring her home

letting her keep this long-haired

a Ragdoll cat. It’s purebred, so it’s very

Curtis was rendered speechless.

I smelled a milky scent on Rayna when I kissed her earlier. It turns out that she’d carried this thing

Mr. Faymon,”

at him in bewilderment.

and pointed toward the kitchen with his chin as he said in a low voice, “Even if you don’t know how to cook, you should also act like you do in front of Ms.

have some emails to

felt like his superior was dimmer than him in the dating

“You’re overthinking. I don’t

a mocking laugh

the meaning of getting a clearer view

let Ms. Garland exhaust herself, right? If my arm weren’t

at the kitten in Gabriel’s arms. “Move away so

assistant was at a loss for

door, and the smell of smoke and seafood wafted through the air. Hot steam rose from the steamer, and it looked like seafood was being steamed inside.

vegetables was fluid. A potato soon became thin slices under her knife. When she moved on to cut the green peppers, her pan

there was not anything he could help with. However, he still asked, “Do you need any

disdainful tone, she remarked, “What can you help with? I reckon you can’t

was the only person ever to