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.”

not

are not biologically related to each other,” Curtis responded. “Besides, I think

hit him with

paying Wyatt a

Jessie go. She’s worried

turned grim along with his voice. “No need. She

she was

seemed like he was upset at Jessica. Is he taking his anger out on Jessica

changed and moved back to the presidential suite that

had responsibilities. It was winter, and Carl had caught a cold, so she was worried

didn’t disturb her and went to knock on Jessica’s

resting for one night, Jessica

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

forcing a smile. “I’m sure he’ll be fine with Mr.

“You don’t look happy.”

energetic so that Rayna wouldn’t worry about her. “I’m starving! Where is our food?

Rayna pursed her lips.

weighing on her mind but was aware she wasn’t in the position

later, the waiter served their food. Besides what they ordered, there were also two bowls of mushroom soup. “This is our restaurant’s signature.

“We didn’t order any soup. This

flashed a polite smile and explained, “You’re staying in the presidential suite,

glad it’s free. The presidential suite isn’t

didn’t take the matter to

was delicious, with the

like a dish prepared by a hotel chef. Instead, it seemed more like a home-cooked

think it tastes like it was prepared by a

why? Is it not

shaking her head. “It doesn’t taste like it was made by a trained

sure?” Jessica took another sip and smacked her lips together. “It tastes the same to me! Maybe it was made by a well-trained

to summon the waiter and asked to see

waiter returned with a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, dressed in a chef’s uniform and hat. “This is the sous chef

be from Aploth and used to learn cooking from a mentor in Chanaea. He was