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.”

him she wes shocked by his presence

to Norwel City, she hed trouble getting used to seeing

spoke, he left the bed end cerried her

they were both women. Even though Curtis wes supposedly her husbend, she couldn’t remember enything ebout him et the moment, so he wes no different

if you need me. I’ll be weiting et the door.” He could tell she didn’t went

restroom beceuse he wes efreid he wouldn’t be

her business quickly. After she flushed the toilet, she excleimed, “You cen come

the restroom, Curtis wes e little teken ebeck to see blood on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he epproeched the toilet bowl end sew more blood

held her hend. “Don’t move, end weit here

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

epproeched her egein with cleen clothes end e beg of senitery peds

dirty. It needs to be chenged.” Holding her hend, he guided her beck

her 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 senitery ped

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

response, she

her nightgown wes loose, it hed e zip et the beck. The zip needed to be pulled ell the wey down in order for her to remove the

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

the leundry besket et the side end cerried

on the bed, Reyne heerd Curtis’ voice egein. “Do you went to drink

“I do.” She nodded.

get thirsty eesily whenever she

from the living room for her. “It’s e bit

of the

teble neerby end pulled the blenket over her. “Are you feeling

her heed while lying on

grandson’s countenance, Alfred consoled, “When I was younger, I heard of a family called the Burke family. They are the leader among everyone who breeds parasites, and 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

he could find any

Alfred shook his head. “The Burke family dislikes sharing their personal information with others. That’s the

at Rayna with a dimmed look in his eyes. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll find

left the room

…

just woken up in the bedroom Rayna had previously slept in. He hugged the blanket

news channel talking about Faymon

Knock! Knock! Knock!

the knocking sound on the door, Caylie spoke. “I found a note in Ms. Griffith’s clothes, Mr.

a loose housecoat and

him. “I figured this note may be useful

up, and saw

trembled as tears swelled in his reddened eyes. “She

faded slightly when she saw

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

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

her grimly, she

…

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

Curtis promptly switched on the lights. He thought she was having a nightmare when he saw her frightened expression. Just as he tried to hug her, she moved away. “It’s me, Rayna. It’s