Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 616

The restaurant manager was about to ask someone when the VIP manager from the private room told Curtis, “Mrs. Faymon just left around five minutes ago. Did you not see her?”

Upon hearing that, Curtis was instantly displeased. He was about to turn around and leave when he noticed Rayna walking over to him.

With a smile, Rayna strode over to Curtis. She naturally grabbed his arm and uttered, “How do you know I’m here?”

“Mr. Yeast heard it when he was on the call with you.” Curtis reached out to brush back a few strands of Rayna’s hair. His sharp eyes immediately noticed her slightly reddened eyes, and his expression darkened.

“Have you eaten?” Rayna blinked at him playfully as she tried to hide her sad emotion.

“I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” Curtis immediately saw through his wife’s actions and suggested, “How about we have dinner here?”

“It’s fine. Let’s go home and eat. I miss my children.” Rayna shook her head. She did not come here to eat, as she was here to meet someone. However, since the person didn’t want to meet her, there was no reason for her to remain here.

Curtis intertwined his hand with hers before walking out of the entrance together. “Okay, let’s go home.”

Behind them, the restaurant and VIP managers looked at their retreating figures and heaved sighs of relief.

“Mr. and Mrs. Faymon have never been to our restaurant. Why would they come here today?” the restaurant manager asked the VIP manager with a warning look.

The manager in charge of the VIP room was a woman similar in age to Rayna. When she heard the restaurant manager’s query, she smiled and replied gently, “I don’t know. Perhaps they heard about Beryl Pavilion’s reputation and wanted to visit the restaurant personally.”

With that, she turned and left.

man wearing a chef uniform stood in the backyard of the kitchen,

see the cars parked near the restaurant and their

After a moment, the car slowly drove out of the restaurant. The man only retracted his gaze when the car disappeared out of

order this dish, but you purposely made it and sent it to her in a takeaway bag. However, you refused to meet her when she came looking for you. What’s your purpose for doing this?” A loud, piercing female voice with a tint

man threw his cigarette onto the ground and stubbed it out. He took a deep breath and turned around to face the woman wearing a tightly-fitted suit. “What about you? He’s dead, but you came all the

to her. She scoffed coldly. “Can’t I come to see the

It’d better be just that.” The man cast a sharp glance at the woman before returning to the

at the kitchen before looking at the road brightly lit by the street lights and

…

driving the car while sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror. The two people in the back seats

she considered the potential identities of the person.

thinking about?” Curtis noticed her expression, and his hand tightened his grip on her as

Her head was leaning on Curtis’

A different person?

Rayna’s words and arched a brow. “Are

“Even if the same person prepares

that, Rayna

even when it is prepared by the same person. How is it possible

felt the whole afternoon dissipated upon hearing Curtis’ explanation. She finally

you tired?” Curtis felt Rayna was less tense than before. Instead, it seemed

I feel a

sleep for a while. I’ll wake you up when we reach home,” Curtis remarked and extended his hand to grab

slightly tired. She had gone shopping, watched a movie, and had some snacks with Kristie and the others before she went to Beryl Pavilion alone. It was