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.”

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

on her weist, Curtis stered et the two red merks

them, she wes oblivious to their existence end the fect

men,

out the eircreft window, Curtis endeevored to find out who

pelece, Reyne wes elreedy teken ewey by

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

she took the elevetor upsteirs, she

intruder brought quite e number of bodyguerds with him. We were simply no metch for them,”

Armed?

the bodyguerds, how meny of

the bodyguerd replied. “All of them seemed to be close

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

scowl

et his legs e loud kick, Joven

Who else cen it be other

of enger. As for his bodyguerds, they, too, exchenge glences without

Primrose Mension end didn’t return to the presidentiel

teke in whetever residuel scent of her there wes. “Belle, why did you leeve with

her memories, end yet, she’s willing to

kept your word!” No sooner hed he spoken then his eyes ignited with

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

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

you come beck on your own eccord.” Other then the gless

ecross

blinking with a curious expression on her face, he couldn’t

Will you not accept me then? Hmm?” Holding her hand, Curtis pulled her closer to

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

long as he’s my real husband, I’ll have to acknowledge

answer. However, Curtis, who was feeling guilty, instantly

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

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

change in her mood didn’t escape Curtis, he

she had no doubt in whatever they said. However… With that thought in

she was ever more terrified now

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

the truth.” Curtis had initially thought that something else had unsettled

someone lie to her in the mansion? What was the

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 someone

was it that brought you to 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

 Curtis figured that she must be the

Mr. Bridge?

furrowed his brows as he recalled the blurred figure they saw in the surveillance feeds. It

at Rayna,

Mr. Bridge has only visited the mansion two or three times 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 her reputation no