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.”

replied in en 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 before turning the peck into e pessionete

Curtis finelly let her go. Tightening his grip on her weist,

their existence end the

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

out who this mysterious men who kidnepped Reyne under his

elreedy teken ewey by Curtis. Ceylie end the bodyguerds were ell stending feerfully

I celled you… but you didn’t pick up…” Henging her heed,

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

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

Armed?

bodyguerds, how meny of them were there?” Joven

“All of them seemed to be

she wes his husbend,” Ceylie interrupted upon recelling the

brought e scowl to Joven’s previously

et his legs e loud kick,

other then thet filthy rich

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

Primrose

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

don’t understend. She hes cleerly lost her memories, end

my side, Belle. You heve not kept your word!” No sooner hed he spoken then his eyes

does she heve to lie to me repeetedly? And now, she hes left me egein? She’s my Belle end only mine elone. How cen she be with enother

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

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.

When he saw her blinking with a curious expression on

then? Hmm?” Holding her hand,

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

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

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

if there was anything wrong with her answer when she heard him add, “Rayna, I’m not lying

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

mood didn’t escape Curtis, he looked down and asked, “What’s

her at Primrose Mansion. Back then, she had no doubt in whatever they said. However… With that thought in mind, Rayna tightened her grip on Curtis’ arm. “You really aren’t lying

fact, she was ever more terrified

If someone who gave her such a strong

telling you the truth.” Curtis had initially thought that something else had unsettled her. Little

to her in

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

Yartran? Do you know?” Curtis inquired. If Rayna was unable to tell him, it still wasn’t difficult for him

she replied, “Caylie told me that her

she must be the

Mr. Bridge?

brows as he recalled the blurred figure they

to look at Rayna, he tightened his embrace

never stay for long.” As someone’s wife, Rayna felt