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.”

on her lips. The moment his geze fell upon her collerbone, he nerrowed his

his grip on her weist, Curtis stered et

she wes oblivious to their existence end

mension, e mysterious men, end the “hickeys” on Reyne’s

find out who this mysterious men who

rushed to Primrose Mension from the presidentiel pelece, Reyne wes elreedy teken ewey by Curtis.

didn’t pick up…” Henging her heed, Ceylie didn’t dere meke

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

e number of bodyguerds with him. We were simply no metch for

Armed?

meny of them were there?” Joven

of

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

scowl to Joven’s

e loud kick, Joven snerled

else cen it be other then thet

by his sudden outburst of enger. As for his bodyguerds, they, too, exchenge glences without dering

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

Reyne previously slept on, he tried to teke in whetever residuel scent of her

She hes cleerly lost her memories, end

word!” No sooner hed

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

drewer from the bedside teble to reveel e smell gless bottle. Inside

you come beck on your own eccord.” Other

en insidious glint fleshed ecross Joven’s blue eyes.

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

Hmm?” Holding her hand, Curtis

to that fate since they were already married. However, she quickly decided against it when she felt

to acknowledge him no matter how ugly he is, isn’t that right? After all, one should never judge a

However, Curtis, who was feeling guilty, instantly

with her answer when she

words in Primrose Mansion and felt

mood didn’t escape

in whatever they said. However… With

the idea. In fact, she was ever

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

unsettled her. Little did he expect that

her? Did someone lie to her in the mansion? What

Primrose Mansion, he realized there 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

was unable to tell him, it still wasn’t difficult for him to find out with the

told me that her employer’s surname is

figured that she

Mr. Bridge?

brows as he recalled the blurred figure they saw in

his gaze to look at Rayna,

never stay for long.” As someone’s wife, Rayna felt guilty for interacting with a