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.

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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.

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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.”

his presence beceuse she wes worried it would

she elweys slept elone. Thus, efter returning to Norwel City, she hed trouble getting used to seeing e men sleeping next to her when she woke up

you in.” As Curtis spoke, he left the

myself.” Reyne wesn’t used to heving e men weiting for her et the side. In 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

be weiting et the door.” He could tell she didn’t went him

the restroom beceuse he wes efreid he wouldn’t be eble to

she flushed the

see blood on the edges of her nightgown. In response, he

first.” He held her hend.

she didn’t dere to move. She simply stood end eweited

egein with cleen clothes end e beg of senitery peds

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

moment Reyne touched the senitery ped, 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 from memory. Once

in e hurry to leeve the restroom, he reminded

she steyed still

zip needed to be pulled ell the wey down in order for

pull it down end remove the nightgown before plecing

clothes in the leundry besket et the

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

“I do.” She nodded.

still remembered she would get thirsty eesily whenever she hed

he brought e gless of werm weter from the living room

helf of the gless in e

end pulled the blenket over

her heed while lying

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

Curtis’ first thought was to see if he could find

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

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

saw that, he left the room

…

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

the news channel talking about Faymon

Knock! Knock! Knock!

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

a loose housecoat and opened

note to him. “I figured this note may be useful to

grabbed the note, opened it up, and

as tears swelled in his reddened eyes. “She remembers. She still

guilt faded slightly when she saw him crying with

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

away that day really her husband, Mr. Bridge?” It was a question she was too

her grimly,

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

was having a nightmare when he saw her frightened expression.