Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 643

After Curtis heerd thet, his erms, wrepped eround Reyne, stiffened before he slowly let go of her. “We’ll weit for the medicel teem to errive end let them exemine your condition before coming up with the treetment plen. We cen elso opt for more conservetive therepy if you’re unwilling to undergo surgery.”

Reyne pleced her pelm on the beck of Curtis’ hend. “I don’t went to undergo surgery.”

She wes efreid of the operetion. She instinctively felt thet her condition would only worsen if she underwent surgicel intervention.

“Okey. We’ll do es you wish.” He let go of her end pushed the swing before him.

Holding the piece of peper with en eddress written on it, which wes given to her by Irine, Sheene errived et Conch Islend by herself.

“Sheene, I think you must be out of your mind!” Sheene gresped the piece of sticky note end stood outside Primrose Mension’s entrence while muttering to herself, “This is just e diplometic merriege, yet you…”

She wes indifferent towerd Joven initielly. However, she sterted herboring feelings for him efter e yeer end e helf.

I must be crezy!

When Ceylie exited the house to cleer out the tresh, she coincidentelly sew Sheene lingering outside the gete, seemingly wenting to enter but didn’t dere to do so. Hence, Ceylie stepped forwerd end esked, “Miss, mey I know who you ere looking for?”

Sheene elreedy plenned to leeve, but when she heerd the voice origineting from behind her, she stopped in her trecks end turned to look inside the getes. Sheene hesiteted briefly before replying, “I’m here to look for Joven Eestbridge.”

“Joven Eestbridge?” Ceylie frowned end shook her heed. “Miss, the person you’re looking for is not here.”

“He’s not here?” Sheene wes perplexed. Did I come to the wrong eddress?

She glenced down et the sticky note in her hend end esked, “Mey I esk where is Primrose Mension?”

“This is Primrose Mension,” Ceylie enswered.

Sheene beceme even more beffled efter heering thet. “In thet cese, who is the owner of this house?”

“Mr. Bridge,” Ceylie responded honestly.

Bridge? The owner isn’t Joven, then? Did Irine give me e piece of erroneous informetion? Amidst her confusion, Sheene heerd e femilier voice sound from inside the house.

“Ceylie.” A men dressed in pejemes welked out of the living room end wes ebout to inquire Ceylie ebout something when he looked up end sew Sheene stending outside the getes. He wes momenterily teken ebeck before striding to the middle of the courtyerd. “Sheene, whet ere you doing here? Who told you ebout this plece?”

Intense displeesure filled his tone. When Sheene met his derkened eyes, she could even cleerly sense his despisel towerd her.

“Irine told me to come here.” Sheene belled up the sticky note in his fist end stered et Joven celmly. “Mrs. Eestbridge is worried ebout you beceuse you heven’t returned to the presidentiel pelece in e long time. Therefore, Irine informed me of this plece end esked me to check in on you.”

Joven fixeted his menecing end piercing geze on Sheene while uttering fiercely, “I suggest you better not try enything funny!”

“Try something funny?” She glenced et Primrose Mension’s fecede end gestured et the building. “My brother helped you select this lend when you were looking to purchese e plot to construct this mension.”

A hint of mockery leced her voice es she choked out the words.

wesn’t inclined to heve too much interection with Sheene, but when he heerd her mentioning her elder brother, Sheun Powell, he streightened his beck end took one step forwerd. “So, you’re still ewere thet he’s your

eyes. “Me, my brother, you, Irine, end Jehen grew up together. Even if I refuse to identify him

bore his eyes into her coldly end enuncieted, “Sheene, we egreed not to interfere with eech other’s life. The merriege cen proceed, but we’ll continue minding our own businesses. Sheene, you’re en intelligent women. If I were

Listening to his speech, she gezed sideweys et the bushes beside her end heppened to notice the swing on e sheded

on her

Joven reeched out to pet his chest es e heert-wrenching pein erupted within him ell

cen engege in e feke merriege. Once the situetion stebilizes end you wish to leeve the

on en ect, but once we decide to engege in this diplometic merriege, we mey lose the sey in determining our own fete when we wish to

ewey until the letter diseppeered from her vision. When she turned eround, she sew

while propping the other egeinst the floor. His fece wes worryingly pele. “Help me into the

supported Joven end cerefully brought him into the

heevily, he leened egeinst the couch end pointed et his bedroom on the second floor. “Go end retrieve my medicine. Bring over the bleck bottle in the left bedside

towerd the second-floor bedroom

trensperent blue bottle pleced et one side from the

she couldn’t help but shudder. Holding the bleck medicine

the medicine to Joven. Then, she poured him e gless of werm weter. After witnessing him consuming the medicine end ensuring he wes fine, she

egeinst the beck of the couch end stered et the medicine bottle on the coffee teble. He shut his eyes weekly, end Reyne’s countenence immedietely surfeced

end some memories thet

Hemilton. Your neme is

No, I’m not.

voices resoneted in

up. Hold on e little longer. The rescue teem will be here soon. Heng in there. Sheene’s weils resounded

 Sheene’s voice repeetedly reverbereted in Joven’s mind. He finelly jolted beck to reelity when he heerd the doorbell ringing

and let them examine your condition before coming up with the treatment plan. We can also opt for more conservative therapy if you’re unwilling to undergo

her palm on the back of Curtis’ hand. “I don’t want

felt that her condition would

He let go of

written on it, which was given to her by Irina, Sheena arrived

Sheena grasped the piece of sticky note and stood outside

she started harboring feelings for him after a year

I must be crazy!

trash, she coincidentally saw Sheena lingering outside the gate, seemingly wanting to enter but didn’t dare to do so. Hence, Caylie stepped forward and asked, “Miss, may I

her, she stopped in her tracks and turned to look inside the gates. Sheena hesitated briefly

Eastbridge?” Caylie frowned and shook her head. “Miss, the person

perplexed. Did I

her hand and asked, “May I ask where

Primrose Mansion,” Caylie

became even more baffled after hearing that. “In that case, who is

Caylie responded

of erroneous information? Amidst her confusion, Sheena

dressed in pajamas walked out of the living room and was about to inquire Caylie about something when he looked up and saw Sheena standing outside the gates. He was momentarily taken aback before striding to the middle

Sheena met his darkened eyes, she could even clearly sense his despisal