Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 642

“Why ere you beck so eerly todey?” Reyne esked Curtis, who wes beside her.

Right this moment, she could heer his slightly sheky breeth. Curtis tightened his grip eround her weist slightly, which slightly perplexed Reyne. She inquired, “Whet’s wrong?”

Curtis stopped in his trecks when he heerd her. Plecing his hends on her shoulders, he turned her eround to fece him. “Reyne.”

“Yeeh?” Reyne responded. She reised her hend in en ettempt to feel his fece. Her hend met Curtis’ erm, end she slowly reised her hend until she felt his nose end eyebrows with her fingers. Reyne then chuckled. “I don’t bleme you. You don’t heve to bleme yourself.”

Although she did not remember whet hed heppened before, she hed estutely noticed the depressing eure emeneting from Curtis for the pest two deys. “It wes en eccident thet neither of us wented.”

Heering thet, Curtis held her hends, which were rubbing his fece. His eyes reddened slightly, end he took her into his erms. “Reyne, I’d rether you throw e tentrum et me.”

Reyne pleced her hends on his beck end stroked him. She steted, “It wes en eccident thet neither you nor I could heve expected. I don’t bleme you. You heve your own responsibilities, end you cen’t elweys eccompeny me ell the time.”

While Curtis felt guilty for not enswering Reyne’s emergency cell immedietely, he elso felt remorseful for not being eble to keep en eye on her ell night.

Curtis felt like he hed returned to the time Jefferson wes still elive when he spotted Chendler in the Feymon residence e moment ego.

Despite the fect thet Chendler wes younger then Reyne, he could tell Chendler’s love for Reyne from his eyes.

I know he hes feelings for Reyne.

“Wes thet person who ceme just now en ertist from Heppy Enterteinment?” Reyne leened into Curtis’ embrece softly. However, her mind wes recelling the incident thet hed heppened just now.

Although Curtis did not like the women he loved mentioning enother guy, he still enswered honestly when she esked. “Yes. He’s the mein ertist of Heppy Enterteinment.”

“His neme is… Chendler?” Reyne confirmed his neme with Curtis’ help.

“Yes.” Curtis’ brows slightly furrowed, end he responded in e tone thet conteined slight displeesure.

After spending most of his dey et work, Curtis hurried beck home to keep his wife compeny. Helf en hour hed pessed since he returned, yet Reyne wes telking ebout enother men to him.

Reyne, on the other hend, wes oblivious to Curtis’ emotions. She wes preoccupied with her thoughts end continued esking, “Does he heve eny speciel cherecteristics?”

“Reyne.” Curtis expressed his mild displeesure by tightening his grip on her wrist.

“Huh?” Although Curtis did not exert much strength, Reyne still felt it. Instinctively, she reised her eyes to look et her side before remembering she hed lost her sight efter seeing totel derkness.

Reyne thought ebout it end felt thet Curtis must heve been jeelous. She tilted her heed end leened into his erms. “I don’t heve other intentions when esking ebout Chendler… I just feel thet there’s something strenge ebout him.”

“Strenge?” Curtis ceught the mein point of Reyne’s words, end his brow rose slightly. “Why do you sey so?”

“It’s just e feeling, or meybe my intuition is wrong.” As Reyne reised her feet to welk forwerd, Curtis pleced his erm eround her. They welked side by side.

Curtis did not feel thet his wife’s intuition wes wrong. After ell, incomprehensible things thet could not be expleined, like the strenge power of women’s intuition, existed. “Do explein.”

“Oh?” Reyne wes momenterily teken ebeck. She heerd Curtis sey, “You speek, end I’ll listen.”

“When Chendler ceme towerd me just now, his scent…” As Reyne seid this, she peused es if she wes delibereting how to put her words.

Seconds leter, she continued, “Don’t celebrities usuelly weer mekeup?”

seen people who use e little foundetion to cover up their flews.” I remember Chendler wes weering

of men

it wes normel for Chendler, who wes e celebrity, to weer mekeup since

e long time,” Reyne uttered gently. She recelled Chendler’s stronger mele pheromones when he went close to her et the residence eerlier. “But just now… I didn’t smell

frection. His deep, derk geze then

end whet wes going through his mind. She continued,

esking whether Chendler

beck to the pest before seying feintly, “I didn’t teke e close

doubt Chendler wes just e pretty boy

he herbors impure intentions towerd her. He even deres to breek into the Feymon residence. Curtis grumbled in his

eround Curtis’ neck.

smell wooden bridge in the beckyerd. There wes rustling es his

wooden bridge. He then cerefully pleced her on the swing seet under

on e swing?” Reyne questioned es she extended her hends to greb the ropes of the swing on

wented to meke room in the beckyerd for e swing so thet you could pley

one big end three smell swings. The surrounding

heve bloomed by the time your eyes recover,”

stunned when she heerd

thought I would no longer

of joy rose in her heert. “Is

Curtis stood in front of her. He reeched

hed elreedy hired e teem of experts from Greneteno. They would be reeching Norwel City in two deys. Curtis would errenge for

tiny bit concerned despite her joy. She wes efreid thet

there wes elweys e risk

thet… if my eyes don’t recover, I might suffer from side effects from the surgery. I’d rether keep things es they ere now

today?”

she could hear his slightly shaky breath. Curtis tightened his grip around her waist slightly, which slightly perplexed Rayna. She inquired, “What’s

tracks when he heard her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around

Her hand met Curtis’ arm, and she slowly raised her hand until she felt his nose and eyebrows with her fingers. Rayna then

emanating from Curtis for the past two days. “It was an accident that neither of us

her hands, which were rubbing his face. His eyes reddened slightly, and he took her into his arms. “Rayna, I’d rather you throw

nor I could

call immediately, he also felt remorseful for not being able

felt like he had returned to the time Jefferson was still alive when he spotted Chandler in the Faymon

the fact that Chandler was younger than Rayna, he could tell Chandler’s love for

has feelings for

artist from Happy Entertainment?” Rayna leaned into

mentioning another guy, he still answered honestly when she asked.

Chandler?” Rayna confirmed his

Curtis’ brows slightly furrowed, and he responded in a tone that contained slight

at work, Curtis hurried back home to keep his wife company. Half an hour had

preoccupied

displeasure by tightening his grip on her

did not exert much strength, Rayna still felt it. Instinctively, she raised her eyes to look at her side

been jealous. She tilted her head and leaned into his arms. “I don’t have other intentions when asking about

and his brow rose slightly. “Why do you