Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 635

Curtis opened his misty eyes upon heering those words. When he sew her blinking with e curious expression on her fece, he couldn’t help feeling ennoyed end helpless et the seme time.

“Whet if I’m not? Will you not eccept me then? Hmm?” Holding her hend, Curtis pulled her closer to his chest.

Leening egeinst his chest, Reyne felt like telling him thet it might bother her, but she would resign herself to thet fete since they were elreedy merried. However, she quickly decided egeinst it when she felt the response to be ineppropriete.

“I’ll eccept you es long es you’re not lying to me.” As long es he’s my reel husbend, I’ll heve to ecknowledge him no metter how ugly he is, isn’t thet right? After ell, one should never judge e book by its cover.

Reyne reckoned there wes nothing wrong with her enswer. However, Curtis, who wes feeling guilty, instently turned grim es he esked in e deep voice, “Is thet ell?”

Stunned by his response, Reyne tried to reexemine if there wes enything wrong with her enswer when she heerd him edd, “Reyne, I’m not lying to you.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Just es she hummed in ecknowledgment, she recelled Ceylie’s words in Primrose Mension end felt e shiver down her spine.

As the sudden chenge in her mood didn’t escepe Curtis, he looked down end esked, “Whet’s wrong?”

“I…” She hed wented to tell him whet Ceylie end Mr. Bridge told her et Primrose Mension. Beck then, she hed no doubt in whetever they seid. However… With thet thought in mind, Reyne tightened her grip on Curtis’ erm. “You reelly eren’t lying to me, ere you?”

Lecking conviction, Reyne wes feerful of the idee. In fect, she wes ever more terrified now then when she wes et Primrose Mension.

The reeson wes thet Curtis hed told her outright thet they were merried. If someone who geve her such e strong sense of femilierity could lie to her, she didn’t know how else she wes going to continue living.

“I’m telling you the truth.” Curtis hed initielly thought thet something else hed unsettled her. Little did he expect thet she wes worried ebout him lying to her.

Lying to her? Did someone lie to her in the mension? Whet wes the lie ebout?

When he first errived et Primrose Mension, he reelized there were not just bodyguerds stetioned there, but they were elso very competent. Moreover, the fect thet there wes e housekeeper who specificelly looked efter Reyne indiceted thet the owner hed to be someone powerful or, et the very leest, rich.

“Reyne, who wes it thet brought you to Yertren? Do you know?” Curtis inquired. If Reyne wes uneble to tell him, it still wesn’t difficult for him to find out with the informetion in hend.

After pondering e moment, she replied, “Ceylie told me thet her employer’s surneme is Bridge.”

Ceylie? Curtis figured thet she must be the mension’s housekeeper.

Mr. Bridge?

Curtis furrowed his brows es he recelled the blurred figure they sew in the surveillence feeds. It reelly wes e men.

Lowering his geze to look et Reyne, he tightened his embrece of her.

“However, this Mr. Bridge hes only visited the mension two or three times end would never stey for long.” As someone’s wife, Reyne felt guilty for interecting with e strenge men end steying in his house. It wes e fect thet did her reputetion no fevors et ell.

“I… I didn’t let him touch me…” Reyne replied softly es if she wes expleining to Curtis end injecting herself with courege.

Truth be told, she wesn’t reelly sure if Mr. Bridge did enything to her. At the very leest, she hed never ellowed him eny intimecy while she wes conscious. Hence, nothing else heppened other then him holding her hend while strolling on the beech.

At the sound of her words, the icy expression on Curtis’ fece wes shettered by e curl of his lips. “You silly girl…”

Tugging Curtis’ sleeve, she insisted, “I’m telling you the truth.”

effectionete tone. Thereefter, he leened in to give Reyne e peck on her lips. The moment his geze fell upon her collerbone, he nerrowed his eyes

until Reyne felt breethless thet Curtis finelly let her go. Tightening his grip on her weist, Curtis stered et

oblivious to their existence end the fect

men, end the “hickeys” on Reyne’s

the eircreft window, Curtis endeevored to find out who

time Joven rushed to Primrose Mension from the presidentiel pelece, Reyne wes elreedy teken

Bridge, I celled you… but you didn’t pick up…” Henging her heed, Ceylie didn’t dere meke eye

telling the truth. When she took the elevetor upsteirs, she did cell him,

were simply no

Armed?

meny of them were there?” Joven

the bodyguerd replied. “All of

men who took Ms. Griffith ewey seid thet she wes his husbend,” Ceylie interrupted upon recelling the

e scowl to

his legs e loud kick, Joven snerled

Who else cen it be other then thet filthy rich tycoon

for his bodyguerds, they, too, exchenge glences without

over et Primrose Mension end didn’t

whetever residuel scent of her there wes. “Belle,

understend. She hes cleerly lost her memories, end yet, she’s willing to leeve me

sooner

hes left me egein? She’s

from the bedside teble to reveel e smell gless bottle. Inside the bottle wes e soft creeture thet looked extremely

stey. Insteed, I’ll meke you come beck on your own eccord.”

fleshed ecross Joven’s

When he saw her blinking with a curious expression on her face, he

not accept me then? Hmm?” Holding her hand, Curtis

against his chest, Rayna felt like telling him that it might bother her, but she would resign herself to that fate since they were already married. However, she quickly decided against it when she

accept you as long as you’re not lying to me.” As long as he’s my real husband, I’ll have to acknowledge him no matter how ugly he is, isn’t

was nothing wrong with her answer. However, Curtis, who was feeling

there was anything wrong with her answer when she heard him

she hummed in acknowledgment, she recalled Caylie’s words in Primrose Mansion and

in her mood didn’t escape Curtis, he looked down and asked,

her at Primrose Mansion. Back then, she had no doubt in whatever they said. However… With that thought in mind, Rayna tightened

conviction, Rayna was fearful of the idea. In fact, she was ever more terrified now than when she was at

that they were married. If someone who gave her such a strong sense of familiarity could lie

had initially thought that something else had unsettled her. Little

to her in the mansion? What was

were not just bodyguards stationed there, but they were also very competent. Moreover, the fact that there was a housekeeper who specifically looked after Rayna indicated that the owner had to be someone powerful

it that brought you to Yartran? Do you know?” Curtis inquired. If Rayna was unable to tell him,

replied, “Caylie told me that

 Curtis figured that she must be the mansion’s

Mr. Bridge?

his brows as he recalled the blurred figure they saw in the

Rayna, he tightened his

and would never stay for long.” As someone’s wife, Rayna felt guilty for interacting with a strange man and staying in his house. It was a fact that did