Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 306 I Do Not Understand

When Rayna woke up past one in the afternoon, she stared at the Epean-style chandelier on the ceiling before turning to look at the man beside her.

Something feels off. I was persuading Curtis to go to bed, right? Why did we…

“What are you thinking about?”

Rayna was lost in her thoughts when a kiss landed on the corner of her lips.

She realized Curtis was awake. He was propping his arm on the mattress, staring at her with his dark, intense eyes. There was a hint of amusement in his gaze.

His naked torso was muscular and alluring, so Rayna got all shy and pulled the covers up to cover her face.

Warily, Rayna asked, “Do you remember how you got back at dawn?”

“I don’t really remember,” came Curtis’ reply. Rayna noticed he was frowning, so it didn’t seem like he was lying. “All I remember was drinking a glass of vodka before I exited the club.”

“Oh? Why did you go to a club?” Rayna asked. Jetroinian clubs were frequented by politicians and socialites, so they were proper establishments that differed from nightclubs. Thus, she didn’t feel uncomfortable to learn that he had gone to one the previous night.

Curtis scooted closer to kiss her cheek. His voice was hoarse as he asked, “I had some work to do. Did I get drunk again?”

“You were energetic and didn’t look like you were drunk,” Rayna replied in frustration.

Something told her Curtis wasn’t drunk this time and was merely pranking her. However, she couldn’t find any evidence to support her guess.

Curtis pulled the covers away. “Let me take a look. Did I hurt you?”

“It’s daytime. Stop it!” Rayna flushed red and covered herself completely with the covers.

She couldn’t forget about the camera at the previous club.

Kicking him, she harrumphed. “Hurry up and change your clothes. You need to go to the hospital. Theodore has been there all night, so you should take over for him and ask him to come back and get some rest.”

“It’s fine. Back when he was a soldier, he could stay awake for five days straight.”

you not his

other,” Curtis responded. “Besides, I think

hit

be paying Wyatt a

let Jessie go.

“No need. She should stay at the hotel with

but she was confused on the

like he was upset at Jessica. Is he taking his anger

changed and moved back to the presidential suite

she was on vacation, she still had

didn’t disturb her and went to knock on

resting for one night,

and asked, “Do you want me to take you to the hospital to

her by shaking her head and forcing a smile. “I’m sure he’ll

“You don’t look happy.”

to appear energetic so that Rayna wouldn’t worry about her. “I’m

Rayna pursed her lips.

but was aware she wasn’t in

they ordered, there were also two bowls of mushroom soup. “This is our restaurant’s signature. Enjoy

was baffled. “We didn’t order any soup. This must be

it isn’t.” The waiter flashed a polite smile and explained, “You’re staying in the presidential suite, so

glanced at the waiter and said, “I’m glad it’s free. The presidential suite isn’t exactly cheap to

the matter

delicious, with the perfect consistency and not overly

didn’t taste like a dish prepared by a hotel chef. Instead, it

“Do you think it tastes

Is

not that,” Rayna denied, shaking her head. “It doesn’t

sure?” Jessica took another sip and smacked her lips together. “It tastes the same to me!

anything, she waved to summon the waiter and

a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, dressed in a chef’s

a mentor in Chanaea. He was good at making