Dear Sweetheart Chapter 263


    Chapter 263 Am I Not More Interesting


    No matter how Rayna tried to chase Curtis away, he refused to budge. She had just told him that


    Jessica would being back that night, but in the next second, she received a call from thetter


    saying that she would be staying at Wyatt’s ce and not returning.


    That undoubtedly rendered Rayna speechless.


    Right then, the kitten strolled out of Rayna’s room. The feline was rolling around, then rubbed itself


    against Curtis and finally resting beside his feet, seemingly a sign that it liked the man a lot.


    The veins on Curtis’ forehead throbbed. “Rayna, get that cat away from me.”


    “No way!” Rayna snorted. She then deliberately shifted the footbath pail next to him. “You can leave if


    you find it unbearable to stay, Mr. Faymon. I’ll open the door for you.”


    “Forget it. I can still bear with it.”


    Rayna rolled her eyes at him and threw an orange over. “Peel me an orange.”


    “I just ate one. It’s too sour.” Curtis put the orange back in the basket. “One minute.”


    “For what?”


    Rayna wanted to probe when the doorbell rang. Curtis stood up and headed to open the door.


    “Mr. Faymon, these are the fruits you requested. They’re freshly plucked from the orchard.”


    After thanking the delivery man, Curtis carried therge cooler box into the house. The sweet scent of


    fresh fruits filled the room as he opened the lid.


    Rayna was stunned by that sight. “You can even do this?”


    “Of course. These are all plucked from the orchards Faymon Group acquired.” Curtis picked up an


    orange to peel as he casually exined the situation that appeared typical to him. “They send these


    freshly harvested fruits to the Faymon residence every morning.”


    After peeling the orange, he carefully removed the white pith on the fruit and peeled it into segments.


    When Rayna tried a segment of orange, she was so overwhelmed that she could only curse to express


    the emotions she felt inside her.


    “This is so delicious!”


    Curtis chuckled lightly. “Those fruit farmers are all from some research institutes. They specialize in the


    research and cultivation of high-quality fruits. Only the Faymon family and thepanies in important


    coborations with Faymon Group get to enjoy these fruits.”


    Rayna was at a loss for words upon hearing that. It took her a great deal to swallow that segment of


    orange in her mouth before she blurted out, “The life of the wealthy is so da*n good!”


    Curtisughed. “I can get the fruit picker to send you some fresh fruits daily.”


    “Really?”


    “But how are you going to reward me, Ms. Gand?”


    Rayna fumed, “I’ve slogged my guts out for Faymon Group. Isn’t that enough?”


    “That’s Faymon Group’s matter. They’llpensate you with an annual sry of one million,” Curtis


    retorted. “But I have to fork out money to buy you fruits, Ms. Gand. You should reward me for that.”


    “You—” Unable to find words to refute the man, Rayna red at him furiously. “You’re truly a capitalist!”


    Curtis rubbed his chin and came up with an idea. “How about this? You can send me a message every


    dayplimenting me that I’m the most handsome man and that you like me the most. In return, I’ll


    fork out money to buy you fruits.”


    Noticing the kitten beside the man’s feet, Rayna broke into a wide grin and beckoned to him. “All right,


    Mr. Faymon. Come over here. I have something to tell you.”


    “You can’t possibly have a tapping device in this living room, right?”


    “Juste here!” Rayna purposely put on a whiny tone. “I’m embarrassed to say it out loud.”


    Even though Curtis suspected something afoul, he gulped and walked over as he could not resist


    seeing her do alluring actions like biting her lips. At the same time, the kitten got up and trailed behind.


    Before Curtis could react, Rayna swiftly grabbed the feline into her embrace.


    The next second, Curtis’ body froze.


    “Look, Mr. Faymon. Happy loves you so much.” Rayna ignored the man’s darkened expression and


    smiled gloatingly. “You like Happy too, right?”


    “Are you having fun, Ms. Gand?” Curtis fixed his deep gaze on her.


    His intimidating manner sent chills down Rayna’s spine, and she quickly put the kitten down after


    shing him a sheepish smile. But as soon as she did so, the man scooped her into his arms. “Since


    you’re done with the footbath, let me carry you in.”


    Rayna struggled to break free from the man’s grip. “I’m not done yet!”


    “Fifteen minutes is enough.”


    After entering the room, Curtis threw her on the bed. He was emanating a domineering aura from head


    to toe as he pressed his body against hers and uttered in a deep voice, “You can have as much fun as


    you want. I have plenty of time.”


    “I don’t like that…” Faced with the man before her, Rayna could barely resist him. “Go to sleep first, Mr.


    Faymon. I still have work to finish.”


    “Am I not any more interesting than work?”


    What followed was an utter silence.


    Lifting into a smirk, Curtis pulled Rayna’s hand to touch his Adam’s apple suggestively. Rayna was so


    mesmerized by the man’s pleasant scent that she almost gave in to him.


    Just then, a vague ringtone rang out from the living room. That instantly dragged Rayna back to her


    senses.


    “I’ll go and answer the phone!” She mustered all her strength to push Curtis away, rolled off the bed,


    opened the door, and ran out of the room in deft and quick movements. Within five seconds, she picked


    up the phone in the living room.


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    “Hello?”


    “Boohoo! Ms. Gand!” Upon hearing Rayna’s voice, Jordan, on the other end of the line, burst into


    tears. “You have finally answered my call.”


    Raynaforted, “Stop crying. What’s wrong?”


    “Y-Your car exploded…”


    “Exploded?” Rayna cried out in shock. “Are you all right, then? Where are you now?”


    Despite throwing Jordan a barrage of questions, Rayna did not get a response from the former.


    Bringing the phone into her sight, she realized the call had ended long ago.


    Thinking of how Jordan was probably not in a good shape, Rayna grew anxious and hurriedly


    contacted Wyatt as she returned to her room to get changed.


    When Curtis saw the panic-looking Rayna, he asked, “What’s wrong?”


    “The car I lent Jordan exploded.” While waiting for Wyatt to answer the phone, she exined the


    situation to Curtis. “She only said a few words before the call got cut off. Something must’ve happened


    to her.”


    “You’re calling Wyatt?”


    “Yes. I want him to help me track down Jordan’s location.”


    “He’s too slow. I’ll get someone else to do it.” Curtis grabbed his phone and quickly made a call.


    Without wasting any time, he instructed the call recipient to track Jordan’s location as he hastily


    followed Rayna out.


    About two and a half hourster, Rayna and Curtis arrived at the hospital where Jordan was admitted.


    “Ms. Gand? Mr. Faymon? How did you manage to find your way here?” Jordan, who had a bandage


    on her forehead while lying in a hospital bed, immediately struggled to sit up upon seeing Rayna and


    Curtis’ arrival.


    Rayna strode over to help her up. “Are you okay?”


    Jordan nodded. “I’m sorry, Ms. Gand. My phone ran out of battery earlier, and I couldn’t find a


    charger.”


    “Where’s your boyfriend? Is he fine?”


    “He’s all right. He got hit by something heavy on his back and suffered a fracture. He’s resting in


    another room right now.” There was a hint of fear in Jordan’s eyes as she recounted the ident. “It’s


    lucky we weren’t in the car when the explosion happened.”


    Jordan recollected how she felt like vomiting while she and her boyfriend were on their way in the car.


    She attributed her indigestion to the greasy food she had eaten earlier that day. Subsequently, she


    asked her boyfriend to pull up so she could get out and look for a ce to throw up. Her boyfriend


    grabbed a bottle of water and followed her out of the car too.


    In less than twenty seconds after they got out of the car, they heard a loud boom in the air—the vehicle


    exploded. Jordan’s boyfriend, with his first instincts, quickly pounced on Jordan to shield her from the


    impact but was unfortunately hit by a heavy object that was sent flying from the st on his back.


    “It was horrifying,” Jordan exined. “If I didn’t get out of the car because I wanted to throw up, we


    would have continued with our journey. I bet our bodies would’ve turned into nothing with that


    explosion.”


    “I’m sorry, Jordan.” Rayna felt her blood run cold, and the fear she was experiencing was made


    apparent through her quivering voice. “It’s my fault for not checking before lending you the car. I’m very


    sorry.”


    Jordan waved her hand in dismissal. “Don’t say that, Ms. Gand. Aren’t my boyfriend and I fine right


    now? On the other hand, if you didn’t lend us the car, it would’ve been great trouble for us to return


    home.”


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