Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 136

Chapter 136 Protective Curtis

“Everyone has their own choices. Some people want a quiet life, and some people want an exciting life. Rayna’s the former,” Jeremy said. “She thought she was the reason the accident happened, and she has been wracked with guilt the entire time. That was why she had been trying to take on everything by herself when something as big as this happened to Faymon Group. She was trying to protect Faymon Group for you. Curtis, have you ever thought about what she would do if she found out that this was all your plan and that you were lying to her?”

Jeremy’s words were straightforward, and they struck right at Curtis’ sore spot.

Curtis’ expression darkened.

For some reason, he felt as if his heart had been squeezed by someone when he thought about the look of devastation Rayna would have if she were to find out that he was the mastermind behind it all.

Curtis had been in the corporate world where tricks and cunning were commonplace for a long time. He had used so many people, but it was his first time feeling like this.

And he did not like the feeling.

“That’s enough, Jeremy,” Wyatt cut in upon noticing the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser. “Curtis is just trying to force out Rayna’s potential; he’s not using her. Besides, Curtis has given Rayna plenty of good deals.”

“Curtis was wrong to have brought Rayna into this plan, but you’re still trying to defend him?” Jeremy whipped his head to glare daggers at Wyatt. “Would you have said the same thing if she was your little sister?”

Wyatt shrugged. “I’m the only child; I don’t have a little sister. Hey, Jeremy, it’s only been a few days since you’ve known Rayna, but you’re already so protective of her. What’s the matter? Have you fallen for her?”

“I just don’t want all of Faymon Group’s matters to end up on her shoulders.”

“My, my, the more I listen to you, the more I think you’re interested in Rayna.”

Curtis felt ill at ease with their conversation, and irritation was starting to grow in his chest.

“I know what I’m doing, so stop babbling away about this. Since I’m now awake, this burden isn’t only hers to bear. But I still don’t need your help.”

“Curtis, we agreed to bear this weight together,” Wyatt muttered worriedly and unhappily. “We all know what kind of tricks Chester Faymon would pull. Are we supposed to sit back and watch as something happens to you?”

“Don’t you know the risks I take in my plans?” Curtis said confidently with a small smile.

“But…”

Wyatt was still worried, but Jeremy tugged him and cut him off. “All right, Curtis knows what he’s doing. If you’re bored, you should go and play some bowling.”

Wyatt frowned. “Bowling isn’t fun.”

It had been a long night, and Jeremy was starting to feel sleepy. Not wanting to linger any longer, he asked Wyatt to go back with him.

“Then I’ll carry her to the bed,” Wyatt said as he rolled up his sleeve. “She’s a woman after all, and it’s uncomfortable for her to sleep like this.”

However, before he could even touch Rayna’s waist, someone grabbed his arm.

The powerful grip made Wyatt grind his teeth in pain as he inhaled sharply. “What? Have I become a weakling? Curtis, why are you so strong even though you just woke up?”

Curtis shook his arm away and uttered, “Go back with Jeremy.”

Wyatt was speechless for a moment. A shudder ran down his spine when he heard Curtis’ tone, and he sheepishly retracted his arm.

Wyatt seemed to have sensed something, but Curtis’ gaze was an indifferent one. It was as if Wyatt had overthought the matter. After Jeremy tugged him again, he had no choice but to leave.

Exiting the ward, Wyatt mulled over what had just happened and asked, “Jeremy, was Curtis being protective just now?” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Jeremy huffed, “You were going to touch Rayna.”

“What in the world? I was being nice when I said I wanted to carry her to the bed,” Wyatt complained, but he soon realized something else. “Wait a minute. So Curtis really is interested in Rayna. Oh my god, I can’t believe that I got to see Curtis falling for someone before I die! Yes! My chastity stays intact!”

Jeremy narrowed his eyes at Wyatt and pursed his lips.

Rayna had not been able to sleep well ever since the accident, but now, she finally could.

However, the bed seemed a little small as if someone was pushing her off. When she opened her eyes, the first thing that greeted her was the ceiling. Then it was the scent of disinfectant. The realization that she was in a hospital bed came last.

Beside her was Curtis, and the two of them were so close to each other that there was no gap between them.

Rayna was bewildered.

When did I get on the bed?

Rayna could see the stubble on Curtis’ jaw, his slender neck, and his alluring Adam’s apple.

He was sleeping, and for a moment, the sight of him reminded her of sleeping beauty.

Rayna stared at his Adam’s apple for a while. Fascinated, she couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

Oh, it’s hard. I can’t push it down.

Rayna was about to press it again when she suddenly heard a quiet hum. The hum was deep, and it made her freeze immediately. She was about to retract her hand when Curtis grabbed it.

Curtis’ expression was dark as he said, “Ms. Garland, have you seen anyone playing with someone else’s Adam’s apple?”

“Y-Y-You—” Rayna’s eyes widened as she stared at him as if he was a ghost. The feelings of delight, thrill, and melancholy crashed into her, and she found herself lost for words for a while.

After half a month, he was finally awake.

“You scared the living daylights out of me! I thought you wouldn’t wake up.” Rayna hit her head on his arm. Her tears flowed uncontrollably as she released her pent-up emotions after half a month. “I nearly became a sinner.”

Curtis let out a chuckle.

Truth be told, he, too, had woken up when Rayna had, but he had kept his eyes closed. What he did not expect was for Rayna to play with his Adam’s apple cheekily and burst into tears the moment he opened his eyes.

Women are so strange. Their mood changes so easily.

Rayna continued crying for a little while after that.

Only when she saw the damp patch on Curtis’ shirt did she return to her senses. Her face turned bright red, and she clambered off the bed.

Jeremy must be the one who adjusted the bed so high. This is so awkward. He could have moved me to the spare bed. I’m not that petite. Did I squash Curtis last night?

Rayna’s thoughts ran wild as she stood beside the bed.

Meanwhile, Curtis was staring at the wound on Rayna’s face with narrowed eyes. Despite himself, he brushed his finger near the edge of her wound and whispered, “Does it hurt?”

“I-I’m fine,” Rayna stammered, flustered by his actions. “It’s nothing, really. Mr. York said that it won’t leave a scar. It’s good that you’re fine, Mr. Faymon.”

Then, she asked, “Are you hungry, Mr. Faymon? I’ll get you breakfast.”

Curtis glanced to the side and said, “Don’t we have a landline here? We’ll just get someone to send the food.”

Rayna’s face burned.

She had come to the ward a few times now but had never noticed the landline. She felt dumb.

Rayna cleared her throat to cover up her embarrassment before dialing the internal line to the nurse to ask for some nutritional breakfast. Unbeknownst to her, Curtis was watching her every move with a smile.

Soon, the breakfast Rayna ordered was brought in by the bodyguard. Right as she was about to ask Curtis if he wanted to be fed, Curtis noticed her hesitance and said, “Make the bed higher. I don’t feel anything in my legs, not my hands.”

Rayna’s eyes flicked toward his legs, which were covered by the blanket. Her throat tightened.

Uncle Curtis still doesn’t know about his necrotic legs, does he?

Curtis looked at her and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“N-Nothing.” Rayna walked over to adjust the bed higher and put a bed desk on the bed. “Mr. Faymon, it’s been days since you’ve eaten. Have some oatmeal first, but it might taste bland.”