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.

kiss on his chest. Thinking that the drug was still not out of his system, she muttered, “Let me sleep

that heat wormed its way into his heart. He could not help but hug her

is your heart beating quicker?” Rayna questioned, sober

night, but he’s

the urge

chest, she sighed and said, “All right. I’ll help you out, but I can’t stand, so I’ll help you in another

lips before letting her kisses trail

saw the hickey on her bare shoulder, he quickly

she lifted her head. It was then she realized that the man had clear, bright eyes. She stiffened. Then, her face heated

she hung her head and cried

was I just

his chest and huffed, half-embarrassed and half-mad. “Why are you still laughing? You gave me such

won’t laugh anymore.” Curtis embraced her.

strange to

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

anyone use your

her head. “I had it with me the

make a move on me on my territory. They must

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

“That’s why you were in a rush to come last

not even sit upright even if she wanted to, so

come here to suffer

badly? Let me

kicked him down from the couch. She was angry, but she was also scared that he would do something to

a resigned voice, Curtis said, “I just wanted

“Shut up!”

Curtis zipped his mouth and put on his pants.

clothes,

close to giving him a

took the clothes to get changed in the restroom. After coming back out, she saw Curtis walking over

figured out what the item was. “Did I show up in a video

the urge to murder

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

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

you were the one who sent me the