Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Something That Can Make You Happy

At Norwal City Airport, Jasmine looked stylish and appealing in a white windbreaker, which accentuated her slim figure. After speaking on the phone with her son, she smiled softly as she walked out of the arrival hall with her luggage. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was confident that her son would like the present she had brought back this time.

As Jasmine was making her way out of the crowded airport terminal, she heard someone calling her name.

“Jasmine Sanders?”

Subconsciously, Jasmine turned her head around and saw an elegant lady with a purple handbag. Countless memories from the past raced through her mind, causing her to grip her luggage handle tightly.

She stood still and nodded politely. “It’s been a long time, Mrs. Xavier.”

“At first I thought it was someone who looked like you, but it’s really you.” Despite Emma Mabins’ sophisticated appearance, her words were harsh. She acted all high and mighty as she walked up to Jasmine, scrutinizing the latter from head to toe.

After sizing Jasmine up, Emma sneered and uttered, “It’s only been four years. I never imagined you would succeed in getting the Sanders family to acknowledge you and even get engaged to Mr. Faymon.”

Suppressing the emotions in her heart, Jasmine kept her composure and replied with a smile, “I have to thank you, Mrs. Xavier. I couldn’t have done as well if it weren’t for the ten million you gave me.”

“That’s all you’re worth.” Emma smiled gracefully, her eyes filled with contempt. “No matter how capable you are, you’re still an illegitimate daughter, filthy and despicable.”

“You’re right. I’m filthy, despicable, and an eyesore in your eyes.” As Jasmine spoke, she approached Emma and grinned slightly. “I’ll have to fall to my knees and thank God if you even think highly of me. However, please keep in mind that the tables could turn at any time. Trust me. You’ll come begging and apologizing to me one day!”

After saying that domineeringly, she whipped around and left.

Consequently, Emma’s face flushed with rage.

It’s only been four years. Where did this woman gain the confidence to talk back to me?

“Has Theodore returned?” she asked her assistant, who was standing next to her.

“After returning home once, Mr. Theodore left for Norham again. There seems to be an urgent matter to take care of there,” the assistant replied.

“Call him and tell him that his grandfather isn’t feeling well. Ask him to come back as soon as possible,” instructed Emma. “Also, get in touch with General Lane’s friends. Invite them to dinner at the Xavier residence with their daughters.”

“Understood.”

Rayna pushed Curtis in his wheelchair, and they spent a considerable amount of time outside before returning to the mansion after dark.

While preparing dinner, she was thinking about how Jasmine wanted to hide her son’s existence. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she accidentally cut her finger. When she came to her senses due to the pain, she discovered that the cutting board was stained with blood.

“What’s wrong?” Curtis entered the kitchen in his wheelchair. Seeing that Rayna was still in a daze after cutting her finger, he immediately pulled her outside and searched for a plaster to cover her wound.

His movements were delicate and gentle.

Staring at the top of his head, Rayna abruptly asked, “Mr. Faymon, may I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“My brother has two friends. Friend A and Friend B are good friends, but Friend A’s girlfriend realized she was pregnant and gave birth to a child after her breakup with Friend A. Now, she’s married to Friend B,” uttered Rayna.

“What a b*tch.”

Rayna was intrigued. “It’s unusual of you to say something like that. No, she isn’t a b*tch. She has her reasons. Friend A is aware of that and still has feelings for her, but he doesn’t know about the child. What would you do if you were Friend B and learned about it?”

“No matter what reasons she has, she’s at fault for concealing the child’s existence,” said Curtis. “Because of her, Friend A and Friend B will never be friends again.” After a brief pause, he continued, “If I were Friend B, I’d dump that woman and use all my power to prevent her from returning to the country to hurt my friend.”

Rayna was stunned.

D*mn. Does he really need to be so ruthless?

Leaning gracefully in the wheelchair, Curtis fixed his gaze on Rayna and uttered, “Rayna, these words of yours make me feel uneasy.”

“Hahaha. It’s nothing. I’m simply curious. They are also good friends with my brother. I wasn’t sure what to say when he asked me what he should do, so I wanted to seek your advice,” Rayna quickly responded.

“Your brother should know how men get along with each other.” Having said that, Curtis pondered for a while and remarked, “Oh, I forgot your brother isn’t straight. Maybe he thinks differently.”

In a fit of rage, Rayna kicked his wheelchair.

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Faymon? Do you discriminate against homosexuals? My brother is perfectly fine as he is. He’s free to like whoever he wants. If he ever wants a child in the future, he can adopt one of my children!”

“I’m not discriminating against homosexuals,” explained Curtis resignedly. At the same time, he cast a glance at her stomach.

“Why did you look at my tummy?”

“Are you pregnant?”

Rayna was bereft of speech.

Rolling her eyes, she stormed angrily into the kitchen.

I just sent one lunatic away, and now here comes another. I’m amazed that I’m still maintaining my sanity!

After giving it some thought, she placed the beef back in the refrigerator and made tofu stew, deep-fried spinach, and stir-fried celery.

Once she was done cooking, she served everything to the table.

Glancing at the dishes on the table, Curtis could not help but ask, “Didn’t you say we were having beef tonight?”

“The beef has gone bad!” Rayna served him the tofu stew and stated, “With my cooking skills, these dishes still taste great even though they’re simple. Mr. Faymon, aren’t you being too picky with food? Other chefs only prepare two meals per day and are paid thirty to forty thousand per month. I’m not even paid to make three meals for you every day. How could you complain? When I first started cooking, my brother would eat everything I made and compliment me on how delicious it was. How can people be so different?”

Hearing her sarcastic remarks, Curtis rubbed his temples.

She was getting better at challenging his bottom line and would talk back to him whenever he said something.

When Rayna saw the man finish all the food while wearing a glum expression, she was in a good mood. She peeled an apple for him and cleaned the kitchen while humming.

No wonder they say men cannot be spoiled!

When she was about to leave, she remembered Wyatt saying he had left something in the kitchen. She opened the cabinet and discovered a cup inside. Curious, she took it out and saw a tiny box inside the cup.

Rayna shook the box and found out there was a pill inside.

Thus, she snapped a photo and sent Wyatt a text: Mr. Lopez, are you asking me to eat this?

After a short while, she received a reply from Wyatt: Yes, eat it before you go to bed.

Rayna: What is it?

Wyatt: Just be sure to eat it. It’s something that can make you happy.

Rayna was at a loss for words.

Moments later, she received another response from Wyatt: Trust me. When you wake up the next morning, you’ll thank me!

Rayna could not think of anything to say, so she turned off her phone.

Initially, she wanted to throw the pill away. However, she decided against it because Wyatt had never harmed her in any way. Since he had repeatedly asked her to eat it, she became curious and did so just before going to bed.

Consequently, some memories came flooding back to her that night.

It turned out that after waking up that morning, she ran into Gabriel in the hotel corridor. However, she was abducted by Kristie’s people as soon as she left the building. After she managed to escape, Curtis carried her back to the hotel and then…

Rayna became tense as the memories resurfaced, particularly the ones after Curtis carried her back to the hotel.

Is this a dream?

She gave herself a hard slap, and it hurt tremendously. As she closed her eyes, the memories flooded back vividly. She slapped herself again, and this time it was much more painful.