Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 348 Belated Vlog

The footage started off shakily. Subsequently, Rayna appeared in the shot. It seemed like she was placing the camera on the table. Then, she stepped backward and sat on the couch before the camera lens.

Taking in the thin, pink long-sleeved knitted dress on her, Curtis figured the video was recorded during the start of autumn. Rayna, slender and beautiful, blinked her clear, charming eyes.

The man fell into a daze, staring at her countenance.

It was then he realized love was indeed a complicated matter. They had broken up for so long, yet despite his effort to distract himself with work, he still could not help but be reminded of her at the sight of her face. He wondered about her life abroad and whether she had gained or lost weight. At the same time, he reminisced on the times when she was still by his side.

“Hi!” Rayna, in the video, waved her hand at the camera lens and started talking to herself. “I’m taping this vlog to record my current beauty in case I don’t look as pretty when I become old and wrinkly in the future.”

Facing the camera, she tidied her hair and smiled faintly with her lips pursed. “Of course, I also have plenty of things I’ve been keeping to myself that I wish to express with this opportunity. Hmm… I haven’t decided how to produce this video or if I should publicize it in the future.”

She deliberately paused for a brief moment before waving her hand in front of the camera lens again. “Even if no one sees this, I still wish to share the happy news. That’s right. I’m engaged!”

Then, she wrinkled her nose and mumbled, “However, this ring was given to us by another couple when we participated in an event because they didn’t want it. Alas. Mr. Faymon didn’t even propose to me properly.”

At that point, Curtis could not help but chuckle.

If he had known she was so particular about details, he would have planned a romantic wedding proposal for her.

had

with her eyes twinkling. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m delighted as long as I can be with Mr. Faymon. Mr.

That’s not right. You’re just a little insensitive toward the

truth. You are a super great boyfriend! Mr. Faymon, you are not only a

was also you who taught me how to grow as a person. When I was little, I didn’t think much of love because of my parent’s divorce. In fact, I was even a little fearful about it. Even though I didn’t lack suitors when I was a student, I disregarded

to earn as much money as possible to ease the burden on my mom. After that, I was accepted into Norham University’s Faculty of Translation. I met Jefferson on my first day at the faculty. We got on well, and he eventually asked me to be

“However, we did not date for long… I returned to the country in a hurry to escape the trauma he inflicted on me and casually married a man I found acceptable. At that time, I was still clueless about what love was like. I was simply

outraged and jealous at this point. I suppose you’ll be

One could recognize their love for another person almost instantaneously. That person could easily alter their mood, be it anger or joy. Because of the affection one harbors toward the person one loves, an apology would suffice

the rest of her sentence. Instead, she merely smiled at the camera and spoke in a mischievous tone. “Mr. Faymon, you should really express your gratitude to them. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have met with this refined version of me. I’m talking so much nonsense because I want to let you know how much I

considerably smart, right? I’ve always told you I want to learn more to accomplish something on my own. That’s the truth. I have to do

do realize that I’m not as pretty as Kristie. Still, I’m better looking than eighty percent of women. You’re not

softened as he watched her talk to herself in front of the camera with various entertaining and quirky facial expressions. Even the pent-up rage that had been in his heart for over a month dissipated

gaze. A longing

are you muttering about?” Linda’s voice sounded from the

hear were the sound of someone dragging their slippers across the

in a piping voice. “Mom, didn’t you learn embroidery previously? Can you

married