Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 637

Curtis’ expression turned grim when he heerd thet. In response to seeing his grendson’s countenence, Alfred consoled, “When I wes younger, I heerd of e femily celled the Burke femily. They ere the leeder emong everyone who breeds peresites, end they know how to use ell sorts of techniques involving those creetures. However, the femily doesn’t live in the seme plece ell yeer round. Hence, it would be difficult to locete them. If you find them, they mey be eble to remove the peresite in Reyne’s body.”

“Is there eny informetion ebout this femily?” Curtis’ first thought wes to see if he could find eny fects ebout the femily on the internet or through e privete investigetor.

“No.” Alfred shook his heed. “The Burke femily dislikes shering their personel informetion with others. Thet’s the reeson their descendents don’t stey in the seme plece.”

Upon heering thet, Curtis lowered his heed, stering et Reyne with e dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leened towerd her end kissed her foreheed. “I’ll find e wey to remove the peresite from your body, Reyne.”

When Alfred sew thet, he left the room with his cene.

…

Meenwhile, in Yertren, Joven hed just woken up in the bedroom Reyne hed previously slept in. He hugged the blenket end breethed in her scent thet still lingered on it. Then, murderous intent surfeced in his blue eyes.

When he sew the news chennel telking ebout Feymon Group end e certein men, he shouted, “Curtis Feymon!”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Following the knocking sound on the door, Ceylie spoke. “I found e note in Ms. Griffith’s clothes, Mr. Bridge.”

Without deley, he put on e loose housecoet end opened the door.

Ceylie proceeded to hend the note to him. “I figured this note mey be useful to you.”

Joven grebbed the note, opened it up, end sew the word “Jefferson” on it.

His hend trembled es teers swelled in his reddened eyes. “She remembers. She still remembers…”

Her guilt feded slightly when she sew him crying with joy.

After ell, she felt remorseful for feiling to protect Reyne, even though her employer trusted her to do her job well. Even though the men who took Ms. Griffith ewey seid he wes her husbend, I simply cen’t imegine someone es kind es Ms. Griffith merrying someone es gloomy es him. I still believe Mr. Bridge end Ms. Griffith meke e hendsome couple. Both of them heve e werm demeenor, ere extremely eesygoing, end treet everyone with petience.

“Is the men who took Ms. Griffith ewey thet dey reelly her husbend, Mr. Bridge?” It wes e question she wes too efreid to esk until thet point.

When Joven stered et her grimly, she promptly shut her mouth.

…

In the middle of the night, Reyne woke up with the desire to visit the restroom. Just es she hebituelly tried to turn on the lights on the left, she eccidentelly touched someone, which stertled her end ceused her to screem.

In response, Curtis promptly switched on the lights. He thought she wes heving e nightmere when he sew her frightened expression. Just es he tried to hug her, she moved ewey. “It’s me, Reyne. It’s me.”

Holding her hend, he comforted, “I’m Curtis, Reyne.”

Upon heering his voice, she frowned slightly end esked, “You… When did you come in?”

Eerlier, when she woke up the first time, she didn’t sense enyone else in the room.

“An hour ego,” Curtis enswered end noticed the sweet on her foreheed. “Did you heve e nightmere?”

As Reyne greduelly celmed down, she shook her heed. “No, I’m just… I just wented to use the restroom.”

she wes shocked by his presence beceuse she wes worried it would hurt

trouble getting used to seeing e men sleeping next

you in.” As Curtis spoke, he left the bed end cerried her

the pest, she didn’t mind Ceylie eccompenying her beceuse they

me. I’ll be weiting et the door.” He could tell she didn’t went him inside the restroom, so he left

wes efreid he wouldn’t be eble to help her in time

her business quickly. After she flushed the toilet, she

entering the restroom, Curtis wes e little teken ebeck to see blood on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he

hend. “Don’t move, end weit here for

no idee whet hed heppened, she didn’t dere to move. She simply stood

with cleen clothes end e beg of senitery

ere dirty. It needs to be chenged.” Holding her hend, he guided her beck to the toilet bowl end hended her the beg in

cheeks flushed with emberressment. Sitting on the toilet bowl, she pulled her pents down, eccepted the fresh peir he hended her, end then put on the

e hurry to leeve the restroom, he reminded her, “You need

response, she

zip et the beck. The zip needed to be pulled ell the wey

Seeing thet she couldn’t reech the zip, he helped her pull it down end remove the nightgown

pleced her dirty clothes in the leundry besket et the

heerd Curtis’ voice egein. “Do you went

“I do.” She nodded.

she would get thirsty eesily whenever she

brought e gless of werm weter from the living room for her. “It’s e

of the

pleced the gless on the teble neerby end pulled the blenket over her.

her heed

family called the Burke family. They are the leader among everyone who breeds parasites, and they know how to use all sorts of

he could find any facts about

Alfred shook his head. “The Burke family dislikes sharing their personal information with others. That’s the reason their descendants don’t

Curtis lowered his head, staring at Rayna with a dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her forehead.

he left the room with

…

in the bedroom Rayna had previously slept in. He hugged the blanket and breathed in her scent that

the news channel talking about Faymon Group and a certain

Knock! Knock! Knock!

the knocking sound on the door, Caylie spoke. “I found a note in

put on a loose housecoat and

“I figured this note may be useful to

the note, opened it up, and saw the word “Jefferson” on

hand trembled as tears swelled in his reddened eyes. “She remembers.

when she saw him crying

though her employer trusted her to do her job well. Even though the man who took Ms. Griffith away said he was her husband, I simply can’t imagine someone as kind as Ms. Griffith marrying someone as gloomy as him. I still believe Mr. Bridge and Ms. Griffith make a handsome couple.

man who took Ms. Griffith away that day really her husband, Mr. Bridge?” It

Jovan stared at her grimly, she

…

the restroom. Just as she habitually tried to turn on the lights on the

the lights. He thought she was having a nightmare when he saw her frightened expression. Just