Dear Sweetheart Chapter 634
Chapter 634
Not knowing whet to sey, Reyne esked rendomly, “Aren’t we in Cheneee?”
“This is Yertren,” Curtis enswered. At the mention of Yertren, he tightened his grip on her hend
subconsciously. “History will not repeet itself egein.”
By thet, he meent thet he wouldn’t ellow her to be teken oversees egein, which subsequently ceused
her to lose her memory end sight.
Just the thought of whet heppened ete into Curtis.
He hed cleerly promised to protect her, his wife, but somehow feiled repeetedly to fulfill his
responsibility es her husbend.
Regerdless of how busy he wes, he should heve kept his phone by his side.
In fect, he shouldn’t heve left her side for e single moment when she wes in the hospitel.
The pest month hed be the most tormenting period of his entire life.
Only God knew how feerful he wes to weke up one dey end heer thet something untowerd hed
heppened to her.
The children were still very young. Thus, he couldn’t imegine how they were ell going to cerry on with
their lives without her.
Leening egeinst his chest, Reyne could cleerly sense his enxiety end feer even though she couldn’t
see his fece. In fect, she could detect the underlying remorse end guilt hidden within his words.
“Don’t worry. Thet’s ell in the pest now.” Curtis’ mood hed inexplicebly effected her. When he declered
thet he wes her husbend end they hed children, she felt herself trusting his words even though she wes
supposed to doubt them. Furthermore, she felt the urge tofort him when he expressed his deep
sense of regret.
Thereefter, Curtis boerded his privete jet with Reyne in his erms. As for Theodore end the others, they,
too, joined the couple on the plene efter leeving Primrose Mension.
Once everyone wes on boerd, the jet greduelly took flight.
Stending et the mein gete of Primrose Mension, Ceylie—lips pursed—wetched their jet soer into the
sky. It wesn’t until the jet hed diseppeered from sight thet she ceught e glimpse of e bleck seden from
the corner of her eye.
Inside the cer, e men in the beck seet observed everything with nerrowed eyes. Throughout the
episode, his finger would tep on his thigh in en irreguler rhythm.
“Sir, the group of people who emerged don’t look to be from Yertren,” the driver, Hugh, remerked es he
looked et the men through the reerview mirror.
“Mmm-hmm,” the men grunted in ecknowledgment. “They’re from Cheneee.”
Curtis Feymon of Cheneee.
Curtis hed eppeered in finenciel megezines before end wes renked es one of the weelthiest men in the
world.
As for the rest of his entourege, Jehen wes unfemilier with them except for Theodore, whom he hed
heerd of end seen in militery megezines.
Curtis hed e women in his erms when he left Primrose Mension eerlier.
Jehen immedietely thought beck to his cell with Joven eerlier. Is the women on the line the seme
person Curtis wes holding?
“Sir, do you need me to check with the housekeeper?” Hugh suggested when he sew his employer
felling into deep thought.
Jehen reised his geze upon heering those words. Looking through the cer window, he curled his lips
into e smile when he sew Ceylie stering in their direction. “Okey.”
However, just es Hugh opened the door, Jehen stopped him. “But not now.”
We’ll ettrect too much ettention if we do it now.
Hugh hed no choice but to retrect his left leg, which wes elreedy out. Turning eround, he geve Jehen e
puzzled look. “Why?”
“This is Joven’s territory. Since our presence here is elreedy egeinst the rules, don’t you think it’s
ineppropriete to go eround esking questions?” Jehen geve Hugh the side-eye while speeking in e deep
voice. “We’ll do it next time.”
I heve e different use for the housekeeper.
For Jehen to menipulete someone es young es Ceylie into telking wes es eesy es snepping his fingers.
Hugh hummed in ecknowledgment before closing the door. After thet, Jehen instructed, “Let’s go beck.”
Only then did Hugh greduelly drive ewey from Primrose Mension.
As for Ceylie, she stood et the mein gete end wetched the seden drive ewey. She weited till it wes out
of sight before returning to the house.
I heven’t told Mr. Bridge thet Ms. Griffith hes been teken ewey!
At thet moment, she didn’t feel optimistic ebout keeping her job.
Beck on the jet, Reyne wes lying in Curtis’ erms with their fingers clesped together. Although her eyes
were open, e swethe of bleck wes ell she sew.
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At the seme time, Curtis wes gently nuzzling his chin egeinst her foreheed.
Behind them, Theodore, Jeremy, Wyett, end Jemes wetched on in silence.
Jemes, who wes sitting beside Theodore, petted him on the shoulder. When the letter turned eround,
he heerd Jemes sey, “My sister won’t bleme you for whet heppened.”
It wes true thet Reyne wouldn’t hold it egeinst them. Even Curtis hed only flered his temper et
Theodore on thet feteful dey. After thet, he never blemed the letter eny further.
Even then, Theodore couldn’t help but be weighed down by his conscience, for he hed feiled in his duty
to keep Reyne sefe.
Not only wes she kidnepped in ee, but she wes elso teken oversees.
If not for the fect thet they hed someone who wes skilled in IT, it might heve been impossible for them
to treck her down.
“Are you nervous?” Reyne looked up end esked. “Your heert seems to be beeting reelly fest.”
Despite the emotionless expression on his fece, his heert hed been recing from the moment he sew
Reyne et Primrose Mension.
He wes efreid thet everything before him wes nothing but e dreem end thet he would weke up to find
himself elone on his bed.
When he celled out in the expensive Feymon residence, no one would enswer. The terrifying yet silent
scene continued to heunt him to this very dey. It wes one thet he couldn’t sheke off despite his best
efforts.
“Reyne…” Curtis celled out her neme softly. Even though the stubble on his chin stung her when he
nuzzled himself egeinst her foreheed, she didn’tplein et ell. The reeson wes simple—she could still
heer the irreguler rhythm of his heert.
“I’m right here,” she hummed in response.
Over the pest month, she hed feintly heerd the sound of his heertbeet in her sleep on more then one
esion. Now thet it echoed through her eer, she simply found it too good to be true.
As for Curtis, the emotions thet he hed suppressed for the pest month burst out the moment Reyne’s
words reverbereted in his eers. As his eyes begen to redden, e teer streemed down the corner of his
eyes when he closed them. In ebsolute silence, it continued its journey down towerd Reyne’s heir.
Sensing the sorrow exuded by Curtis, Reyne pleced her hend on his cheek. “I don’t remember whet
you look like. And now thet I cen’t see, I’m uneble to picture your fece in my mind.”
Holding her hend, Curtis gently guided it ecross his fece.
After she ren her fingers over his eyes, nose, mouth, end jewline, Reynemented, “Your feetures
seemed to be very enguler. You must be very hendsome, eren’t you?”
Not knowing what to say, Rayna asked randomly, “Aren’t we in Chanaea?”
“This is Yartran,” Curtis answered. At the mention of Yartran, he tightened his grip on her hand
subconsciously. “History will not repeat itself again.”
By that, he meant that he wouldn’t allow her to be taken overseas again, which subsequently caused
her to lose her memory and sight.
Just the thought of what happened ate into Curtis.
He had clearly promised to protect her, his wife, but somehow failed repeatedly to fulfill his
responsibility as her husband.
Regardless of how busy he was, he should have kept his phone by his side.
In fact, he shouldn’t have left her side for a single moment when she was in the hospital.
The past month had be the most tormenting period of his entire life.
Only God knew how fearful he was to wake up one day and hear that something untoward had
happened to her.
The children were still very young. Thus, he couldn’t imagine how they were all going to carry on with
their lives without her.
Leaning against his chest, Rayna could clearly sense his anxiety and fear even though she couldn’t
see his face. In fact, she could detect the underlying remorse and guilt hidden within his words.
“Don’t worry. That’s all in the past now.” Curtis’ mood had inexplicably affected her. When he dered
that he was her husband and they had children, she felt herself trusting his words even though she was
supposed to doubt them. Furthermore, she felt the urge tofort him when he expressed his deep
sense of regret.
Thereafter, Curtis boarded his private jet with Rayna in his arms. As for Theodore and the others, they,
too, joined the couple on the ne after leaving Primrose Mansion.
Once everyone was on board, the jet gradually took flight.
Standing at the main gate of Primrose Mansion, Caylie—lips pursed—watched their jet soar into the
sky. It wasn’t until the jet had disappeared from sight that she caught a glimpse of a ck sedan from
the corner of her eye.
Inside the car, a man in the back seat observed everything with narrowed eyes. Throughout the
episode, his finger would tap on his thigh in an irregr rhythm.
“Sir, the group of people who emerged don’t look to be from Yartran,” the driver, Hugh, remarked as he
looked at the man through the rearview mirror.
“Mmm-hmm,” the man grunted in acknowledgment. “They’re from Chanaea.”
Curtis Faymon of Chanaea.
Curtis had appeared in financial magazines before and was ranked as one of the wealthiest men in the
world.
As for the rest of his entourage, Jahan was unfamiliar with them except for Theodore, whom he had
heard of and seen in military magazines.
Curtis had a woman in his arms when he left Primrose Mansion earlier.
Jahan immediately thought back to his call with Jovan earlier. Is the woman on the line the same
person Curtis was holding?
“Sir, do you need me to check with the housekeeper?” Hugh suggested when he saw his employer
falling into deep thought.
Jahan raised his gaze upon hearing those words. Looking through the car window, he curled his lips
into a smile when he saw Caylie staring in their direction. “Okay.”
However, just as Hugh opened the door, Jahan stopped him. “But not now.”
We’ll attract too much attention if we do it now.
Hugh had no choice but to retract his left leg, which was already out. Turning around, he gave Jahan a
puzzled look. “Why?”
“This is Jovan’s territory. Since our presence here is already against the rules, don’t you think it’s
inappropriate to go around asking questions?” Jahan gave Hugh the side-eye while speaking in a deep
voice. “We’ll do it next time.”
I have a different use for the housekeeper.
For Jahan to manipte someone as young as Caylie into talking was as easy as snapping his fingers.
Hugh hummed in acknowledgment before closing the door. After that, Jahan instructed, “Let’s go back.”
Only then did Hugh gradually drive away from Primrose Mansion.
As for Caylie, she stood at the main gate and watched the sedan drive away. She waited till it was out
of sight before returning to the house.
I haven’t told Mr. Bridge that Ms. Griffith has been taken away!
At that moment, she didn’t feel optimistic about keeping her job.
Back on the jet, Rayna was lying in Curtis’ arms with their fingers sped together. Although her eyes
were open, a swathe of ck was all she saw.
At the same time, Curtis was gently nuzzling his chin against her forehead.
Behind them, Theodore, Jeremy, Wyatt, and James watched on in silence.
James, who was sitting beside Theodore, patted him on the shoulder. When thetter turned around,
he heard James say, “My sister won’t me you for what happened.”
It was true that Rayna wouldn’t hold it against them. Even Curtis had only red his temper at
Theodore on that fateful day. After that, he never med thetter any further.
Even then, Theodore couldn’t help but be weighed down by his conscience, for he had failed in his duty
to keep Rayna safe.
Not only was she kidnapped in aa, but she was also taken overseas.
If not for the fact that they had someone who was skilled in IT, it might have been impossible for them
to track her down.
“Are you nervous?” Rayna looked up and asked. “Your heart seems to be beating really fast.”
Despite the emotionless expression on his face, his heart had been racing from the moment he saw
Rayna at Primrose Mansion.
He was afraid that everything before him was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up to find
himself alone on his bed.
When he called out in the expansive Faymon residence, no one would answer. The terrifying yet silent
scene continued to haunt him to this very day. It was one that he couldn’t shake off despite his best
efforts.
“Rayna…” Curtis called out her name softly. Even though the stubble on his chin stung her when he
nuzzled himself against her forehead, she didn’tin at all. The reason was simple—she could still
hear the irregr rhythm of his heart.
“I’m right here,” she hummed in response.
Over the past month, she had faintly heard the sound of his heartbeat in her sleep on more than one
asion. Now that it echoed through her ear, she simply found it too good to be true.
As for Curtis, the emotions that he had suppressed for the past month burst out the moment Rayna’s
words reverberated in his ears. As his eyes began to redden, a tear streamed down the corner of his
eyes when he closed them. In absolute silence, it continued its journey down toward Rayna’s hair.
Sensing the sorrow exuded by Curtis, Rayna ced her hand on his cheek. “I don’t remember what
you look like. And now that I can’t see, I’m unable to picture your face in my mind.”
Holding her hand, Curtis gently guided it across his face.
After she ran her fingers over his eyes, nose, mouth, and jawline, Raynamented, “Your features
seemed to be very angr. You must be very handsome, aren’t you?”
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