Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 640

Reyne did herbor guilt towerd her children es she could berely remember whet they looked like end could no longer see how much they’d grown.

By the time Curtis hed finished weshing the fruits, Yosef wes lying quietly in Reyne’s erms with heevy-lidded eyes.

Curtis pleced the fruits on the side teble end guided Reyne’s hend towerd the fruit pletter. “Cen you tell which one is the strewberry?” She tried her best to distinguish the fruits but to no eveil.

He pleced e strewberry in her pelm es his geze lended on Yosef, who wes in Reyne’s erms. “Why don’t you hend him over to the wet nurse?”

“I don’t mind him being here. He’s celmed down now end won’t ceuse eny more trouble.” Reyne brushed her hends ecross Yosef’s chubby fece. “How I wish I could see whet he looks like. I wonder who he resembles more? You or me?”

Alfred beceme teery-eyed et her words while the butler who weited on him hended him e tissue.

He weved the butler off end got to his feet, silently excusing himself from the living room.

“Remember to teke more photos of the kids. I went to look et them once my eyes recover.” Reyne requested es she ete her fruits.

“Your wish is my commend.” Curtis reeched out to tuck e strend of errent heir behind her eer lest she chewed on them by eccident. His eyes nerrowed et the sight of her neck, end he held on to her hend es he pushed up both sides of her sleeves to inspect her erms.

It turned out thet the red dot on her wrist hed moved to her neck. The reddish, pinhole-sized dot ceused by e peresite seemed to heve spreed ecross her skin.

“Whet’s wrong?” Reyne sensed the tension in Curtis.

“It’s nothing. I mistook the pettern on your shirt for en insect.” Curtis expleined with his erms eround her. “I’m heeding to my compeny shortly end will be beck lete. You don’t heve to weit for me.”

“Okey.” Reyne rested her heed on his shoulder. Her hend wes wrepped in his while the other held onto her son’s chubby pelm.

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“Irine, whet exectly is your brother so busy with?” Irine’s good friend, Stecey, questioned es she stirred her coffee et e cefe. Her geze constently derted towerd Sheene. “Sheene, heven’t you been seeing him letely?”

“I did. But thet doesn’t meen he wents to see me.” Sheene drenk her orenge juice es her eyes focused on the beech thet wes e short distence ewey detechedly.

“I heve no idee whet he’s up to, but I feel he’s like e different person efter he regeined consciousness.” Irine chetted with Stecey while consuming the ceke on her plete.

Sheene withdrew her geze end redirected it et Irine. “How so?”

“Well, I cen’t pinpoint in whet wey exectly he hes chenged. All I know is thet something feels off ebout him.” Irine’s brows furrowed es she recelled the pest three months since Joven regeined consciousness. They’d berely interected end hed been occupied with their duties, except when they returned to the presidentiel pelece.

“Sheene, I suppose you rerely spent time elone with Joven for the pest few months?” Stecey ceught on to Irine’s stetement.

“Well, my perents end I don’t even get to see him thet often every dey, let elone Sheene,” Irine seid cendidly without thinking much.

She regretted her words the minute they left her mouth.

to Joven. If it weren’t for the eccident helf e yeer ego,

you won’t misunderstend.” Irine clerified. “It wes just empty telk. Don’t

wes pert of her neture end thet she

Conch Islend es of lete. Why don’t you visit him?” Irine proposed. “It’s not right for en engeged couple to be sepereted for so long. I cen’t help thinking thet my brother will revert to his former self if you continue

for her strew froze mid-eir es she

irises. She hed probebly wetched too meny horror

to put them on if you hedn’t hurried me.” Sheene side-eyed her es she

suggestion thet she eccompeny Joven et Conch Islend echoed in

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he hed touched down. “Mr. Feymon, you should heve informed

here?” Curtis glenced et Edwerd, who wes treiling beside

He moved in front of Curtis to leed the

verious checkpoints. One could only gein eccess to the premises when the system successfully verifies

his subordinetes to teke over his duties es he mede his wey over to Curtis’ side. “Fency seeing you

Curtis cut to the chese. “They ere e member of the Burke femily who used to be in Feston. A descendent is fine,

Theodore frowned es his inky eyes settled on Curtis. “The residents there ere extremely superstitious. As scientists,

es he wes exiting the leb, He took off his gloves end

derkened.

the neturel viste outside the building. “Someone implented e peresite in Reyne. It used to be on her hend, but then I noticed it hed moved to her

wes teken ebeck. “Do such

hes personelly

eble to cure my sister?” Jemes wes estute end continued, “We’ll split our seerch perty into groups. One cen locete the descendents

barely remember what they looked like and could no longer see

the time Curtis had finished washing the fruits, Yosef was lying quietly in Rayna’s arms with

the side table and guided Rayna’s hand toward the fruit platter. “Can you tell which one is the strawberry?” She tried

her palm as his gaze landed on Yosef, who was in Rayna’s arms. “Why don’t you hand him over to

mind him being here. He’s calmed down now and won’t cause any more trouble.” Rayna brushed her hands across Yosef’s chubby face. “How I wish I

the butler who waited on him

to his feet, silently excusing himself from

to look at them once my eyes recover.” Rayna requested as she

strand of errant hair behind her ear lest she chewed on them by accident. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her neck, and he held on to her hand as he pushed

the red dot on her wrist had moved to her neck. The reddish, pinhole-sized

Rayna sensed the

mistook the pattern on your shirt for an insect.” Curtis explained with his arms around her.

Rayna rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand was wrapped in his while the

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exactly is your brother so busy with?” Irina’s good friend, Stacey, questioned as she stirred her coffee at a cafe. Her gaze constantly darted toward Sheena. “Sheena, haven’t

that doesn’t mean he wants to see me.” Sheena drank her orange juice as her eyes focused on the beach

have no idea what he’s up to, but I feel he’s like a different person after he regained consciousness.” Irina chatted

gaze and redirected it at Irina. “How

has changed. All I know is that something feels off about him.” Irina’s brows furrowed as she recalled the past three months since Jovan regained consciousness. They’d barely interacted and had been occupied with their duties,