Dear Sweetheart Chapter 567
Chapter 567
James’ hot breath tickled Kristie’s cheeks. Her heart was pounding furiously like a runaway horse.
She continued to back away from him until her calves hit the couch, causing her to lose her bnce
and fall.
James loomed over her on the couch, and Kristie’s body stiffened in response. She stammered, “Get
back. Don’te near me…”
In response, he tucked her loose hair behind her ear and brought his lips closer to her face.
“You’re taking advantage of me again.” Kristie pressed her palms on his chest to keep him away. Her
eyes reddened with tears as she pleaded between sobs, “Don’t force me to do this. I have a boyfriend.
I don’t want to cheat on him.”
Her words drew a chuckle from James, who teased, “Don’t worry your pretty head about it. You won’t
be a cheater as long as he doesn’t know about this. I can keep a secret.”
“You’re too much!”
The rest of Kristie’s protests were swallowed by James’ passionate kisses.
She breathed in his familiar scent and eventually gave in to pleasure.
Kristie hooked her legs around his waist to bring herself closer to him.
The couch proved too squeezy for both of them, and James stopped himself from taking things too far.
Instead, he carried Kristie to the bedroom.
Kristie looked at him through half-lidded eyes. She simply could not tear her gaze away from his perfect
abs as he took off his clothes. Her hands moved toward his torso, unbidden.
The feel of his rock-hard muscles drew an amazed gasp from Kristie. “I didn’t know you hid such a hot
body under those clothes!”
James leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “It’s all yours.”
His flirtatious words brought a furious blush to Kristie’s face.
She buried her head in his chest and reveled in the warmth of his body. Still, once she closed her eyes,
traumatic memories of her helpless shrieks suddenly filled her mind. Her body began shuddering
uncontrobly.
“No, no…” She curled into herself and iled around, screaming, “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!”
Amid her struggles, James took two scratches to his body, both deep enough to draw blood.
That did not deter James, who merely sped Kristie’s wrist and coaxed tenderly, “Kristie, open your
eyes. It’s me. Don’t be scared. There, there. Look at me.”
Kristie kept her eyes closed and sobbed. She struggled against his hold and wailed, “Don’t touch me…
don’t touch me…”
Her anguished cries broke James’ heart. He could onlyfort her and attempt to distract her with
gentle kisses. He hoped she could think of herself instead of her memories.
James cupped her face and kissed her deeply.
When he sensed that Kristie was about to gasp for air, he let go and intertwined his fingers with hers.
At the same time, he pressed more of his weight into her body.
Kristie furrowed her brows in confusion and slowly opened her eyes.
“It’s me. Don’t be scared.” James kissed her cheek and said, “I’ve always been here.”
Some light returned to Kristie’s eyes.
She gazed at him and abruptly sat up, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She was still shaking
as she leaned into his embrace and croaked, “Hug me tightly. Don’t let go.”
James tightened his arms around her and stroked her long, ck hair. “Okay, I will.”
Meanwhile, Curtis had rushed back from Jadeborough.
He immediately spied a familiar Maybach parked outside the airport, against which a tall, equally
familiar figure leaned.
Curtis squinted in concentration before approaching the vehicle. “Why are you here?”
“Can’t you tell, Mr. Faymon?” As he spoke, Jefferson pushed himself away from the Maybach and
adjusted his gold-rimmed sses. He exuded elegance by the boatloads.
Curtis looked up at the clear, blue sky and muttered, “Hmm, it doesn’t seem as if it’ll rain anytime soon.”
“Cut the jokes. Get in the car.” Jefferson went around to the driver’s side before arching a brow at
Curtis, deadpanning, “What? Do you need me to open the door for you, Mr. Faymon?”
Curtis smiled and opened the passenger side door.
Once they were in, Jefferson started the engine and drove away from the airport. Hemented, “Bet
you didn’t enjoy life in Jadeborough if you’re looking like this now. Have you settled all your matters
there?”
“I could’ve flown on Wednesday, but someone held me back, so I had to fix that beforeing back. It
cost me eight hundred million, but at least it’s over now,” Curtis exined while leaning against the
backrest in exhaustion.
Jefferson replied seriously, “Mr. Shawfield is notoriously difficult to convince. I can’t even get him to talk
to me. I’d consider eight hundred million a pretty sweet deal.”
“Well, that’s just the first step. We still have to figure out a way to get Mr. Nicholson out of the picture.”
Curtis’ gaze darkened as he continued, “I can’t rest easy as long as he’s still in power.”
Jefferson agreed. “Ditto. Still, Mr. Nicholson is putting up a polite front toward me, though that’s
because Old Mr. Xavier isn’t on his side. He wouldn’t dare toe after you or me during this time.”
Massaging his temples, Curtis replied with a sigh, “Old Mr. Xavier has his hands full with Theodore’s
affairs. Naturally, he won’t be on Mr. Nicholson’s side. I have no idea when Theodore will wake up from
hisa.”
“That’s an unknown, so we can’t put all our eggs in that basket. We need another n. Getting
someone out of the picture is easy; doing it discreetly is an art.”
Curtis understood Jefferson’s words immediately and closed his eyes, deep in thought.
A long time passed before Curtis piped up, “I have someone who could take over Mr. Nicholson’s
position. But suddenly promoting someone would be too obvious.”
“Let me deal with it,” Jefferson offered. “It’s easier for me to do things in the background. If you were
involved, everyone would point fingers at you if something goes wrong. It’ll be a waste of our previous
efforts.”
Curtis could only nod in agreement. He could not think of a better n.
“Would it to be too much trouble for you?”
Jefferson replied curtly, “If I was doing this just for you, then absolutely. I wouldn’t even offer to help.
But since this involves Belle, it’s no trouble at all. Plus, I hate Selena too.”
She almost killed the woman I love.
Curtis stewed in jealousy, though he kept his emotions off his face. “Once we’re in the city, let’s make a
stop at Melody Restaurant.”
“I’ll send you there before heading to the hospital.” Jefferson checked his watch and realized it was
already noon. “Both of us haven’t been to the hospital for a few days. She’ll be suspicious.”
“It’s fine. Let’s have lunch together before you head off.”
Jefferson shot Curtis a confused look and asked, “You’re treating me to lunch?”
“Can’t I?”
Soon enough, Jefferson stopped the car in front of Melody Restaurant.
The restaurant’s waiter recognized Curtis and greeted him warmly, “Good day, Mr. Faymon. Mr. Snyder
arrived half an hour ago and is waiting in a private room on the second floor. I will show you the way.”
“Thanks.”
The waiter led Curtis and Jefferson to the private room and opened the door. Jasper was already
inside, chatting on the phone.
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He noticed their arrival and promptly cut his call short.
Then, Jasper approached Curtis and mockined, “How could you be so inconsiderate, Mr.
Faymon? You invited me to lunch at eleven, yet you turned up almost an hourte. I almost thought
you weren’ting.”
“Apologies, my flight was dyed.” Curtis smiled and pointed to Jefferson, “I’m guessing you know who
he is?”
Jasper nced at Jefferson and stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Who wouldn’t know about Glory
Corporation’s CEO, Mr. Hamilton? I must confess, I’m more curious about why you came together.”
He had watched the live stream of Jefferson and Rayna’s eventful wedding ceremony, and he would
not forget how Curtis had dashed into the church and whisked the bride away under so many pairs of
eyes.
It was interesting to see two love rivals getting along with each other.
Curtis smiled warmly, though he pped Jasper on the shoulder harder than usual. “Just sit down if
you don’t understand, all right?”
Jasper frowned in confusion but remained silent.
What the heck? He’s the one asking me for a favor, but he’s ordering me around like some ve!
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