Dear Sweetheart Chapter 8


    Chapter 8


    Are You Pregnant “T-Thank you, Mr. Faymon.” Rayna instantly steadied herself even though her


    fingers were still shivering. “I’m Rayna Gand from the trantion department. I’ll be serving you as


    your interpreter in this business negotiation.” Curtis hummed in response and said excitedly in a deep


    voice, “Thank you, Ms. Gand.” “You’re wee,” Rayna responded with a cursory smile. Thank


    goodness he didn’t make things difficult for me. Rayna heaved a sigh of relief when Curtis entered the


    club with the business partner. She then caught up with them and led the way.


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    She had to book arge private room since many people were involved in the negotiation. After leading


    Curtis, the business partner, and their entourage to the room, she went out and told the waiter to serve


    the dishes in twenty minutes. When she returned to the room, she saw that the chairs around the table


    had been fully upied. “Ms. Gand, you can take my seat.” Gabriel stood up and gave her his seat.


    “We really need your help with the interpretation. I’ll leave soon because I have other urgent matters to


    attend to.” The seat was right next to Curtis, while the representatives from Sumanthova were sitting on


    the other side. Rayna had no choice but to sit beside him. That afternoon, they would be negotiating


    the ocean freight rates. The Sumanthoveanpany had been importing goods from apany under


    Faymon Group for years. They wanted to increase their bulk purchase this time, but the ocean freight


    rate was quite costly. That was why they hoped Faymon Group could quote them a lower price.


    Rodunstian was a gentlenguage, so the Sumanthovean representatives were quite soft-spoken.


    Rayna had to lean forward to get a better picture of what they were asking. Since Curtis was sitting


    next to her, she would asionally brush her arm against his. And because he was only wearing a thin


    shirt, she could feel the warmth of his body. There were moments she zoned out when she recalled the


    night at the hotel, and her cheeks would begin to flush. Stop thinking about it, Rayna! Afterpleting


    a round of interpretation, Rayna pulled herself back to hide her embarrassment. Then she immediately


    grabbed a ss of wine and took a few sips. When she felt someone watching her, she tilted her head


    to the side and saw Curtis resting his chin on the back of his hand and giving her a baffling smirk. Why


    is he looking at me like that? Anxiety kicked in. Rayna looked around the table and realized she was


    holding Curtis’ red wine ss as hers was still sitting on her left. She had identally drunk his red


    wine. No wonder he gave me that look! The red wine in her mouth was like a piece of burning iron, and


    she was unsure what to do with it. In the end, she decided to gulp it down and put the ss down as if


    nothing had happened. Curtis’ eyes glinted with amusement as he took in her every little action. What a


    steady woman.


    Because of Curtis’ generosity in agreeing with their terms and conditions, the negotiation ended thirty


    minutes early. Now that the business talk had ended, they finally got to enjoy their lunch. The air


    conditioner was set to a lower temperature as many people were in the private space. Rayna began to


    feel difort in her stomach after taking a few bites, and Curtis noticed she was breaking out in a


    cold sweat. “We’re done with the negotiation. Go and take a rest,” Curtis said in a calm voice. “Thank


    you, Mr. Faymon,” Rayna said. Feeling nauseous, she covered her mouth and dashed out of the


    private room. The man nced at her and knitted his brows. After entering the restroom, Rayna


    wrapped her hands around the toilet bowl and started throwing up before she could shut the door. She


    felt much better after vomiting. When she turned around and was about to leave the cubicle after


    flushing the toilet, she noticed someone standing in her way. “M-Mr. Faymon.” Rayna nearly bit her


    tongue when she saw the man leaning by the door frame. “This is thedies’ room. The restroom for


    men is next door.” Curtis looked up and fixed his gaze on her belly, and that made Rayna even more


    nervous. He walked up to her with a hand in his pocket. Inching closer, he red at her and asked in


    an indifferent tone, “Are you pregnant?”


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