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

I’m delighted as long as I can be with Mr. Faymon. Mr. Faymon, if

right. You’re just a little insensitive toward the

sentence firmly, “I’m speaking the truth. You are a super great boyfriend! Mr. Faymon, you are not only a great boyfriend but

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

recalling the past, as she spoke with an undertone. “At that time, my only aim was 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 his girlfriend. I agreed without thinking twice. He was my first love and also the person who made me realize that there are many different types

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

jealous at this

alter their mood, be it anger or joy. Because of the affection one harbors toward the person one loves, an apology would suffice to earn his or her forgiveness.

finish 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 love you. I want you to understand my feelings. Mr. Faymon, I

socialites will gladly offer themselves up to you without you having to lift a finger. Still, I think I’m not that bad myself. Aside from coming from a poor family, I’m still 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 that for your sake as well as my own. You’re an overachiever, so I don’t want others to say that

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

front of the camera with various entertaining and quirky facial expressions. Even the pent-up rage that had been in his heart

touched the screen with his fingers, a tender look filling his gaze. A longing to caress her face washed over him. “I got it. You’re the

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

second, Rayna was gone. All he could hear were the sound of someone dragging their

into the kitchen and clung to Linda, speaking in a piping voice. “Mom, didn’t you learn embroidery previously? Can you make me a traditional wedding

you getting married to Mr.