Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 39 A Fantastic Job
Not just anyone was qualified to head to the Norham branch.
Furthermore, Rayna did not wish to be alone and far from home. It would be tough for her. She was neither ambitious nor in any
urgent need of money. Moreover, her family was close by, and everything she had in life right now was more than enough for her.
Curtis knew Rayna was determined to stay, so he did not insist.
After all, he had no right to intervene in her choice.
For the rest of the afternoon, the study was quiet. Both were busy dealing with their own matters. By the time Rayna lifted her
head after completing her last document, she realized that the sky was already dark.
Before she knew it, she had stayed in Curtis’ house for an entire day.
When Rayna saw that Curtis was still lost in his pile of work, she decided not to disturb him and discreetly left the study, thinking
of preparing dinner before heading back. While she was on her way downstairs, she received a call from Jessica.
“Rayna, are you still out working?”
“I’m at Mr. Faymon’s place.” Rayna had told Jessica about what happened during the cocktail reception, and she even roasted
Jessica for her inaccurate fortune-telling—Rayna met no soulmates there.
“Oh? You’re in Mr. Faymon’s house? Are you staying the night there?” Jessica said in a sing-song voice.
“What are you thinking about? I’m only here to return the favor.” Rayna was speechless when Jessica leaped to conclusions.
“Weren’t you talking about how indecent Mr. Faymon is a while ago?”
“I only said that Mr. Faymon will be marrying later in life; I didn’t say he was indecent,” Jessica refuted with an innocent-sounding
voice. “Moreover, it’s not as if I’m asking you to marry him. If you click with him, why don’t you try dating him?”
Rayna huffed in exasperation. “No thank you. I’m not interested. Didn’t you see what happened the last time? Look at how fierce
Kristie was. Any woman who gets together with Mr. Faymon won’t have an easy time.”
There was clearly nothing special about Rayna’s relationship with Curtis, but Kristie still bore a grudge against her.

Things would become worse if something really did bloom between them.
When Rayna noticed how late it was, she hastily prepped dinner after telling Jessica not to buy takeout, for she was going to
bring food back. At that, Jessica kissed the receiver of her phone in gratitude.
As it was dinner, Rayna made blander food for easier digestion. The soup she had left boiling on the stove since the afternoon
was done, so she took the pot off the stove. All of a sudden, her vision turned dark, and she nearly jumped in fright.
A power outage?
Nevertheless, it seemed like Curtis’ house was the only place affected as the street lights outside were still lit. Thus, Rayna
guessed that the circuit breaker had tripped, so she turned on the torch on her phone and went upstairs to the study to look for
Curtis.
“Mr. Faymon, did the circuit breaker trip?” Rayna asked as she knocked on the study door. “Do you know where the fuse box is?”
“Mr. Faymon?”
Rayna knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered it. When she entered the room, she found no signs of Curtis
around. She tensed up in the dark.
But Curtis was still in the study when I went downstairs to prep the meal.
The corridor on the second floor was a long one, and there were seven to eight rooms there. It was such a huge space, but it
was silent, and the only light source was the miserable, dim light in front of her. In fact, Rayna could even hear her own
breathing.
“U-U-U-Uncle Curtis...” Rayna walked along the walls as her legs quaked. “Where are you? Can you answer me?”
She simply could not wrap her mind around why someone who stayed alone had to live in a gigantic house like that. What’s the
point?
Rayna was so slow she was almost crawling at this point, for she was afraid that something might pop out all of a sudden. As
she walked down the corridor, she would shine both the floor in front of her and the floor behind her from time to time. Upon
hearing noises coming from the bedroom, she dashed over.
“Uncle Curtis, is that you inside?” Rayna patted the bedroom door.

“This is my house. Who can possibly be here if not me?” Curtis sounded muffled. “The bathroom door is stuck, so come in with a
torch and open it.”
“Okay, wait for me.” Rayna opened the door and went in.
The interior of the bedroom was simple, so Rayna found the bathroom right after she illuminated the room with her phone torch.
It was then she realized that the mat’s corner was stuck under the door, which made it difficult for the man inside to swing the
door open.
“Uncle Curtis, the mat’s the reason the door is stuck,” she said to him before reaching out to pull the mat out. However, it was
rather stuck, and she failed to do so after several attempts. “Why don’t you move aside? I’ll kick the door open.”
“Is your kick that powerful?” Curtis dubiously asked.
Rayna glanced at the lock and noted that it was a normal one. “It should work. I can try it.”
“All right.”
Once Curtis informed her that he had moved aside, Rayna took a step back and sucked in a deep breath. Then, she lifted her
leg and kicked the lock.
The first time did not work.
Rayna swung her leg against the door again, and she succeeded on her second try.
“Mr. Faymon.” Rayna entered to see that Curtis’ sleeves were stained red by blood. Evidently, his injury was torn. “You’re
bleeding. Are you okay?”
She was too anxious about Curtis’ wound and didn’t expect the bathroom floor to be wet. The moment she stepped into the small
space, she slipped and fell to the floor, her phone soaring out of her hand.
Curtis managed to grab her arm reflexively.
Rayna flailed her arms around desperately, and she ended up grabbing his wound. Losing balance, Curtis took quick steps back
and hit the faucet as Rayna crashed into his arms.
The shower turned on, and water splashed and soaked them.

Right then, the lights came back on.
Rayna was shivering from the cold water. Once the lights were back on, she quickly turned off the faucet. When she turned back
around, she realized Curtis was as disheveled as she was. His short damp hair was sticking on his forehead, and he was
scowling.
Swiftly, Rayna grabbed the towel on the rack and handed it to him with trembling hands. “Mr. Faymon, your towel.”
“I’ve only asked you to open the door. Look at how fantastically you’ve done it,” Curtis coldly uttered. “Am I bound in ropes? Did I
need you to rescue me?”
I’ve never seen a woman as stupid as her.
“I was just worried when I saw you bleeding,” Rayna said with a flustered chuckle, knowing that she had made a mistake.
“Out. I’m going to change.”
Rayna was about to suggest dealing with the wound first, but when she saw the icy look on Curtis’ face, she kept her mouth shut
and hastily left the bathroom.
“Seriously? It’s not like I meant to do it anyway. Uncle Curtis is too harsh,” Rayna muttered under her breath after heading
downstairs. She was glad that she was wearing a thick sleeveless top underneath, so it was fine even if she took off her short
sleeve shirt.
Furthermore, Rayna was too embarrassed to head back upstairs and ask Curtis where he kept his dry towels, so she just
squeezed out as much water as she could from her clothes, planning to deal with it after she reached home.
Right as she opened the door, she bumped into Kristie.
“Curt, I—” Kristie had a cake box in her hand as she beamed and was about to say something. However, when she saw Rayna,
the rest of the words died in her throat as her eyes widened.
Why is she here?
Kristie was upset to see Rayna. When her eyes flitted toward the latter’s minimum garments, the cake box in her hand fell to the
ground, and the cake splattered everywhere.

Rayna never expected Kristie to come to Curtis’ house. At Kristie’s reaction, she lowered her head and realized things seemed
to be hard to explain.
“Ahhh! Rayna Garland, I’m going to kill you!” Just as Rayna parted her lips to speak, Kristie screeched and swung her hand to
slap her. “You pretentious shameless b*tch!”
Rayna promptly grabbed her hand and hissed, “Are you an uncivilized woman? Didn’t your parents teach you not to slap others
without a good reason? Are you addicted to violence?”
Rayna did not want to get into Kristie’s bad books because she was afraid that the latter would make things difficult for Roxanne
in the entertainment industry.
Nevertheless, she was not just going to sit on her hands and let someone slap her.
“What did you just say? I’m an uncivilized woman?” Kristie’s eyes widened even bigger. As her temper flared, she swung her
hand to try to slap Rayna again.
Rayna grabbed both of her hands.
Kristie could not retract her hands, so she began screaming at the top of her lungs, “You’re just a pretending b*tch who set up
your ex-husband! You ruined his reputation, and you made him lose his job!”
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