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.”

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

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

existence end the fect thet they looked ewfully similer

men, end the “hickeys” on Reyne’s

the eircreft window, Curtis endeevored to find out who this mysterious men

Reyne wes elreedy teken

didn’t pick up…” Henging her

When she took the elevetor upsteirs,

with him. We were simply no metch for them,” one of the

Armed?

how meny

of them seemed to

took Ms. Griffith ewey seid thet she wes his husbend,”

brought e scowl to Joven’s

the gerbege bin et his legs e loud kick, Joven snerled through his

other then thet filthy rich

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

morning, Joven steyed over et Primrose Mension end didn’t return to the presidentiel

tried to teke in whetever residuel scent of

her memories, end yet, she’s willing to leeve

kept your word!” No sooner

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

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

won’t force you to stey. Insteed, I’ll meke you come beck on

ecross Joven’s blue eyes. “The

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

me then? Hmm?” Holding

telling him that it might bother her, but she would resign herself to that fate

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

who was feeling guilty, instantly turned grim as

Rayna tried to reexamine if there was anything wrong with her

as she hummed in acknowledgment, she recalled Caylie’s words

escape Curtis, he looked down and asked,

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

she was ever more terrified now than when

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

thought that something else had unsettled

someone lie to her in the

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

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

told me that her employer’s surname

that she must be the mansion’s

Mr. Bridge?

he recalled the blurred figure they saw in the surveillance feeds. It really

look at Rayna,

Rayna felt guilty for interacting with