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.

head to plant a kiss on his chest. Thinking that the drug was still not out of his system, she muttered, “Let me sleep for a little longer, okay?

kissed heated up, and that heat wormed its way into his heart. He could not help but hug her and kiss her

is your heart beating quicker?” Rayna questioned, sober from her worry. “Do you

already been one night, but he’s still feeling like

moment, Rayna felt the urge to

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

before letting her kisses trail

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

asked as she lifted her head. It was then she realized that

her head and cried

I just

she hammered his chest and huffed, half-embarrassed and half-mad. “Why are you still laughing?

I won’t laugh anymore.” Curtis embraced her. “Thank you

felt strange to

him to the club. “But I didn’t send you any message. The company had a gathering last night, and I was having a meal

use

had it with me the entire time,

dare they make a move on me on my territory. They must think that it’s their time

Stephanie was interested in you,” Rayna said, realizing that she had underestimated the complexity of the matter. “Someone must have

her hand to his lips to kiss it. “That’s why

up. She could not even sit upright even if she wanted to, so she resorted to merely glaring at him. “Look what you’ve done!

have come here to suffer

hurt really badly? Let

At the same time, she kicked him down from

a resigned voice, Curtis said, “I just wanted

“Shut up!”

Rayna threw 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

Jeremy came with a set of new clothes,

was close to giving him a beating

After coming back out, she saw Curtis walking over to the wall lamp and taking something out

sheet when she figured out what the item was.

she felt the

too. As he took apart the tiny camera, he consoled, “No. I’ll deal

out. “This won’t hurt you at all! Argh!

you were the one who sent me