Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 246 Going To Kill Him

“You were about to inject me with this, weren’t you?” Jefferson asked, his gaze dark.

Fear crept into Naomi’s heart, and her arms started to shake, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not climb back upright.

In the next instance, the needle was inserted into her arm.

Once the syringe’s contents were in Naomi’s bloodstream, Jefferson grabbed her chin and forced her to look at his gentle smile. “Tell Arnaud I’m going to kill him.”

Naomi’s eyes widened, and she panted.

Then, Jefferson threw her off the bed, snatched the chair, and smashed the computer. Without even changing his clothes, he left.

When his subordinate in the corridor saw him, he hurried over and greeted, “Mr. Hamilton.”

“Scram!” Jefferson roared before shoving his subordinate away. A metallic tang rushed up his throat, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood. Weakly, he supported himself against the wall.

“Arnaud! Montail!” Jefferson closed his eyes. Recalling what he saw in the surveillance camera, he grounded out, “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!”

When Curtis came back to the waking land, he woke up with the headache of the year. Then, he noticed something heavy on his chest, and that sobered him up immediately.

It was then he recalled driving to the club and seeing Stephanie entering the room.

Once his eyes were used to the dim lights in the room, he realized there was a woman sprawled on his chest. That certain scent was still strong in the air, and he knew what that meant.

D*mn it.

A homicidal thought formed in Curtis’ mind. Just as he was about to pull the woman away from him, he spotted the pearl earring on the woman’s earlobe and froze.

He had seen that earring many, many times.

While he was still in a daze, the woman sprawled on him woke up. She looked at him groggily and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Curtis let out a sigh of relief upon registering her face.

Thank goodness it’s her.

“I’m so tired,” Rayna mumbled hoarsely, the exhaustion audible in her voice.

drug was still not out of his system, she muttered, “Let me sleep for a little longer, okay? My waist

and that heat wormed its way into his heart. He

quicker?” Rayna questioned, sober from her worry. “Do you

night, but

the urge to

cheek on the man’s chest, she sighed and said, “All right. I’ll help you out, but

before letting her kisses

on her bare shoulder, he quickly pulled her up and said, “You don’t need to

she realized that the man had clear, bright

her head and cried

I

chest and huffed, half-embarrassed and half-mad. “Why are you

I won’t laugh anymore.” Curtis embraced her.

felt strange to

when she heard that she was apparently the one who invited him to the club. “But I didn’t

anyone use

had it with me the

a move on me on my territory. They must think that it’s

said, realizing that she had underestimated

lips to kiss it. “That’s why you were

not even sit upright even if she wanted to, so she resorted to merely glaring at him. “Look

have come here to suffer

badly? Let

bellowed before wrapping the blanket around her tightly. At the same time, she kicked him down from the couch. She was angry, but she was also scared that

a resigned voice, Curtis said, “I just wanted

“Shut up!”

at him, Curtis zipped his mouth and put on his pants. Glancing at her torn dress, he quietly made a call and walked out of

set of new clothes, he

was close to giving him a beating

coming back out, she saw Curtis walking over to

night?” Rayna’s face turned as white as a sheet when she figured out what the item was.

she felt the urge to

expression was dark, too. As he took apart the tiny

can still say that!” Rayna cried out. “This won’t hurt you at all! Argh! Curtis, why are you so

you were the one who sent me the