Dear Sweetheart Chapter 190 Disallowed To Have Designs On My Woman âLet go of me, Jefferson. Iâm about to suffocate!â Rayna tried shoving Jefferson away.
Jefferson only released his hold on her after hugging her tightly for a long while. Rayna immediately backed away and eyed him warily.
Her guardedness had disappointment flooding Jefferson. But this also proves that the hurt I inflicted upon her is etched into her, and she can never forget me. Following that thought, a gratified grin appeared on his face.
Then, he urged, âListen to me and sever all ties with Curtis as soon as possible, for he isnât a good man. Just tell me whatever you want. Even if you want to establish your own company, I can help you.â
âThe two of you are more or less the same, cut from the same cloth,â Rayna scoffed coldly.
Weâve broken up years ago, but he appeared out of the blue and put up this whole charade to garner sympathy!
âYou donât understand.â Jefferson wanted to say something further, but he gave up in the end, merely asking, âYou still plan on helping him?â
âI owe him that much.â
Jefferson pinned his gaze on Rayna. A long moment later, he chuckled. âHow brilliant of Curtis! It turns out that he had long since known the importance of a womanâs pity and sympathy.â
Raynaâs brows furrowed, for she didnât quite understand his meaning. âWhat does that mean?â
âNothing.â
Itâs okay if she wants to help him. Anyway, Faymon Group wonât be able to hold out for long. Sooner or later, the truth will come to light. No other man is allowed to have designs on my woman!
When the two of them left the manor and returned to the hotel, Jefferson locked himself in the bedroom, seemingly having some business to settle. Rayna didnât know where to go, so she did the same and went back to her bedroom.
The instant she tapped open WhatsApp, countless unread messages popped out.
Most of them were from Kristie.
Ever since she started dating James, she shamelessly added Rayna and texted her a greeting every single day. That aside, she would send food over to Faymon Group for Rayna from time to time, determined to get in the latterâs good books.
Slowly, Raynaâs heart softened and stopped treating her harshly.
In truth, her hands were also tied, for she couldnât break the couple up when even Linda had given them her blessings.
That day, Rayna replied to Kristieâs message for the very first time. In other words, she was acknowledging Kristie as her soon-
to-be sister-in-law.
Before she could exit the conversation, a flurry of messages came from Kristie.
Kristie: Youâve finally answered me, Rayna! Itâs bad! While youâve been on a business trip, Ms. Sanders seized the opportunity to seduce Curt. The two of them have gone to the airport today to go on a honeymoon! Curt has even turned off his phone. How despicable! Donât panic, Rayna. Iâve got someone following them. Iâll never allow them to do anything!
Messages bombarded her phone, giving her no respite.
She was amused at first, but when she saw the word âhoneymoon,â an indescribable emotion swept over her.
Isnât their engagement just for the sake of collaboration? Why are they going on a honeymoon?
Sheer disappointment deluged her.
At some indeterminate point in time, she had begun thinking of Curtis every so often. She would think of his smile, his intimidating countenance, how protective he was of her, and how silly he looked when he was drunk.
Perhaps he wasnât perfect with his aloofness that rendered him somewhat unapproachable, but she could also see the gentle side of him. He valued his family, but he wouldnât side with them blindly. At the same time, he would protect those he cared for from being picked on by others.
Moreover, it was thanks to his nurturing that she successfully made the leap to a qualified leader from her initial position as an interpreter so quickly. No one else could have taught her the things he did.
Unfortunately, it seemed that they werenât destined to be together.
In a bad mood, Rayna tapped open Instagram instead. No sooner had she done so than she saw intimate pictures of Jessica and Wyatt as well as posts of Kristie showing off the lunch that James prepared for her.
Feeling even more irate, she blocked them on Instagram.
At half past six in the evening, Jefferson knocked on Raynaâs door. He was dressed in a black suit, looking all dapper.
âChange into a gown. Weâre going out.â
Thus, Rayna changed into a black gown they bought at the shop earlier, with spaghetti straps and a slit at the side. She then wanted to ask him where they were going, planning to make a quick stop at a salon to have her hair done if they were going somewhere resplendent.
To her surprise, the man had engaged the services of a styling team.
Seven or eight people surrounded her, doing her hair, giving her a manicure, and matching her accessories with her gown. In a mere hour, they transformed her into a celebrity poised to attend a high-society function.
As Rayna gazed at herself in the mirror, she suddenly understood why celebrities wanted their own styling teams.
Whoa! Iâm breathtakingly stunning!
Even Jefferson was bowled over when she stepped out of the room.
When they were in the car on the way to the hotel, Jefferson briefly explained to Rayna that they would be attending a charity dinner held by a wealthy man in Hallsbay that night. There would be a lot of guests, so it would be very lively.
Rayna bobbed her head in understanding before inquiring, âSo, weâre going to join in the fun?â
Jefferson leaned over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his breath warm against her cheek. âYeah. Itâs our last day, after all. I hope to make some wonderful memories.â
âPlease stop invading my personal space.â Leaning backward in discomfiture, Rayna coughed to mask her embarrassment.
Subsequently, she changed the subject. âDonât forget your promise.â
At that, the smile in Jeffersonâs eyes gradually faded.
He grunted in acknowledgment.
Twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop before the entrance of a hotel known as Charston Hotel.
A soft and vivid red carpet was spread out below the stairs. Both sides of the red carpet were crowded with various media outlets, relentlessly snapping away at those who stepped onto the red carpet, the flashing lights glaring.
Having been through countless trials and tribulations, Rayna had long since grown accustomed to the cameras. With a hand on Jeffersonâs arm, she walked down the red carpet graciously and headed straight to the banquet hall on the third floor.
âMr. Hamilton.â
The instant they entered the magnificent banquet hall, someone who appeared to be around forty-five years old came up to them. He greeted Jefferson with a wide smile.
In return, Jefferson inclined his head a fraction. âMr. Nicholson.â
With his hand resting against Raynaâs waist, he made the introductions, declaring, âThis is my girlfriend, Rayna Garland.â
âWhat a beautiful lady!â Noel Nicholson held his hand out.
Seeing that, Rayna hurriedly extended her hand and shook the manâs hand gracefully with a smile on her face. Inwardly, however, she was wholly shocked.
She recognized the man, for he often appeared in military magazines and was quite renowned. I didnât expect Jefferson to be acquainted with such a person when he has only been in Chanaea for a few months!
Thereafter, many more people came up to Jefferson and chatted with him.
Smiling faintly, Jefferson introduced Rayna to them all. They treated her the same as he did, and some even seemed to know her.
âIf Iâm not mistaken, youâre the acting CEO of Faymon Group, yes, Ms. Garland?â
âYes.â
Hearing that answer, a smirk curved the womanâs lips. âWhy are you helping someone else when youâre Mr. Hamiltonâs girlfriend? Itâs easy for others to misunderstand that thereâs something going on between you and Mr. Faymon.â
Her words were sharp, hitting right where it hurt.
For a moment, Rayna was struck dumb, not quite sure how to respond to that.
Contrarily, Jefferson smiled at the woman amicably. âMy girlfriend is eager to learn. She felt that there must be something special about Faymon Group that it managed to achieve its scale today, so she wanted to emulate it. And indeed, Faymon Group is also appreciative of such people.â
The woman nodded slightly. âAh, is that so? But there are so many problems with Faymon Group, and itâs even on the verge of bankruptcy. Whatâs the point of staying there, Ms. Garland?â
This time, Rayna could no longer hold her tongue.
She could tell that the woman was flattering Jefferson by snubbing her. Her ruby lips turned up. âIt hasnât declared bankruptcy yet, no? Rest assured that even if Faymon Group makes a comeback, itâll never forge a collaboration with you.â
In a flash, the womanâs expression changed.
Raynaâs voice turned even icier. âThe same goes for the man beside me.â
Even then, Jefferson remained smiling. âWhatever you say.â