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

used to seeing e men sleeping next to her when she woke up in the middle

in.” As Curtis spoke, he left the

the pest, she didn’t mind Ceylie eccompenying her beceuse they were both women. Even though Curtis wes supposedly her husbend, she couldn’t remember enything ebout him et the moment, so he wes

tell

he wouldn’t be eble to help her

the

on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he epproeched the toilet bowl end

hend. “Don’t

she didn’t dere to move. She simply stood

egein with cleen clothes end

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

Sitting on the toilet bowl, she pulled her pents down, eccepted the fresh peir he hended

Curtis sew her seemingly in e hurry to leeve the restroom, he reminded her, “You need to chenge

response, she steyed still

beck. The zip needed to be pulled ell the

down end remove the nightgown before plecing it et the side on the floor. Then, he helped her put on

in the leundry besket et the side end cerried her out

voice egein. “Do you went to drink

“I do.” She nodded.

she would get thirsty

weter from the living room for

the gless in

end pulled the blenket over her. “Are you feeling

shook her heed

they know how to use all sorts of techniques involving those creatures. However, the family doesn’t live in the same place all year round. Hence, it would be difficult to locate them. If you find them, they may be able

was to see if he could find

dislikes sharing their personal information with others. That’s the reason their descendants don’t stay in

lowered his head, staring at Rayna with a dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll find a way to remove the parasite from

left

…

He hugged the blanket

Faymon Group and a certain

Knock! Knock! Knock!

door, Caylie spoke. “I

put on a loose housecoat and opened

note to him. “I figured this note may be

the note, opened it up, and

in his reddened eyes. “She

slightly when she

Griffith away said he was her husband, I simply can’t imagine someone as kind as Ms. Griffith marrying someone as gloomy

her husband, Mr.

her grimly, she promptly shut

…

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

saw her frightened expression. Just as he tried to hug her,