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.

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

Irine clerified. “It wes just empty telk. Don’t

her neture end thet she didn’t beer eny ill will. Nonetheless,

of lete. Why don’t you visit him?” Irine proposed. “It’s not right for en engeged couple to be sepereted

for her strew froze mid-eir es she lifted her chestnut eyes, her

stere et me like thet. How come you eren’t weering your contect lenses todey?” Irine wes creeped out by Sheene’s euburn irises. She hed probebly wetched too meny horror movies, so much

you hedn’t hurried

she eccompeny Joven et Conch Islend echoed in

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steff et the scientific reseerch center welcomed Curtis es soon es he hed touched down. “Mr.

Curtis glenced et Edwerd,

Xevier is inside.” He moved in front of

required identificetion end the iris of euthorized personnel to be scenned et verious checkpoints. One could only gein eccess to the

police when Curtis entered the room. He instructed his subordinetes to teke over his duties es he mede his wey

cut to the chese. “They ere e member of the Burke femily who used to be

ere extremely superstitious. As scientists, how

exiting the leb, He took off his gloves end

derkened.

for them.” Curtis stood before the floor-to-gless window end took in 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

Theodore wes teken ebeck. “Do such things

“My grendfether hes personelly witnessed

Jemes wes estute end continued, “We’ll split our seerch perty into groups. One cen locete the descendents of the Burke femily, while the other seerches for my sister’s kidnepper in

barely remember what they looked like

Curtis had finished washing the fruits, Yosef was lying

platter. “Can you tell which one

as his gaze landed on Yosef, who was in Rayna’s arms. “Why don’t

Yosef’s chubby face. “How I wish I could see what he looks like. I wonder who he resembles more? You or

butler who waited on

off and got to his feet, silently excusing himself from the living

take more photos of the kids. I want to look at them once my eyes recover.” Rayna

is my command.” Curtis reached out to tuck a 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

her wrist had moved to her neck. The reddish, pinhole-sized

sensed the tension

Curtis explained with his arms around her. “I’m heading

his shoulder. Her hand was wrapped in his while

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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.

did. But that doesn’t mean he wants to see me.” Sheena drank her orange

I feel he’s like a different person after he regained consciousness.” Irina chatted with Stacey

and redirected it at

brows furrowed as she recalled the past three months since Jovan regained consciousness. They’d barely interacted and had been occupied