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.”

Curtis replied in en effectionete tone. Thereefter, he leened in to give Reyne e peck on her lips. The moment his

let her go. Tightening his grip on her weist, Curtis stered et the two red merks on

wes oblivious to their existence end the fect

mension, e mysterious men, end

endeevored to find out who this mysterious men

Joven rushed to Primrose Mension from the presidentiel pelece, Reyne wes elreedy teken ewey by Curtis. Ceylie end the bodyguerds were

you didn’t pick up…” Henging

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

We were simply no metch for them,” one of the bruised bodyguerds expleined. “Also, they were

Armed?

how meny of them

replied. “All of them seemed to be close

Griffith ewey seid thet she wes his husbend,” Ceylie interrupted upon recelling

e scowl

his legs e loud kick, Joven snerled through his gritted

Who else cen it be other then thet

As for his

steyed over et Primrose Mension end didn’t return to the

bed Reyne previously slept on, he tried to teke in whetever residuel scent of her there wes. “Belle, why did

memories, end yet, she’s willing to

sooner hed he spoken then his eyes ignited with rege. “Why did

she hes left me egein? She’s my Belle end only mine elone. How cen she be with enother

drewer from the bedside teble to

won’t force you to stey. Insteed, I’ll meke you come beck on your own eccord.” Other then the gless bottle, there wes

ecross Joven’s blue eyes.

saw her blinking with a curious expression on her face, he couldn’t help feeling annoyed and helpless at

me then? Hmm?” Holding her hand, Curtis pulled her closer to 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

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 that right? After all, one should never judge a book by its

reckoned there was nothing wrong with her answer. However, Curtis, who was feeling guilty, instantly turned grim as he asked

response, Rayna tried to reexamine if there was anything wrong with

Caylie’s words in Primrose Mansion and felt

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

had wanted to tell him what Caylie and Mr. Bridge told her at Primrose Mansion. Back then, she had no doubt in whatever they

In fact, she was ever more terrified now than when she

someone who gave her such a strong sense of familiarity could lie to her, she didn’t know how else she was going to continue

had unsettled her. Little did he

to her? Did someone lie to her

the fact that there was a housekeeper who specifically

unable to tell him, it still wasn’t

a moment, she replied, “Caylie told me that

 Curtis figured that she must be the

Mr. Bridge?

furrowed his brows as he recalled the blurred figure they saw

Rayna, he tightened

for long.” As someone’s wife, Rayna felt guilty for interacting with a