Dear Sweetheart Chapter 235 Curtis Is Angry Rayna coughed. âThank you, Mr. Faymon. Iâll transfer the money to you later.â
Silently, Curtis glanced at her.
âWhere are you going, Mr. Faymon? Is it your office?â She didnât think it would be appropriate to chase him away, considering he had helped her out big time and even waited for her. She obsequiously opened the door to the passenger seat for him.
âYes.â As he spoke, he stepped into the vehicle.
âAll right, then.â Rayna got into the car as well and drove him to Faymon Group.
On the way, Curtis received a call from the actress who had saved Rayna. âWe managed to shake the reporters off, but when we tried to send the kid back home, we couldnât find him.â
After he informed Rayna of the situation, she flashed a faint smile. âItâs fine. Carl is smart. He can find his way back.â
Curtis commented, âYou seem to be very protective of him.â
Before he arrived in the parking lot, he had had a brief look at the situation. Back then, she had already been surrounded by reporters. He was intrigued to see her protecting the little boy as if she was afraid he would be spotted.
âMm-hmm.â She glimpsed at the traffic light and turned her steering wheel. âHeâs my friendâs son.â
âWhich friend?â
âShe lives in the same residential area as my mother. Didnât I tell you that before?â As Rayna answered, she thought something was off and took a peek at him. âAre you running a background check right now, Mr. Faymon?â
âI just think youâre being too nice to others. In this day and age, kindness isnât as valuable as it was in the past. Thereâs no guarantee you wonât get stabbed in the back.â
Rayna laughed. âOther people may stab me in the back, but not his father. I was even planning to form a good relationship with Carl so I can make his father owe me a favor!â Theodore is a man of his word. If I can make him owe me a favor, thatâll be great.
The look in Curtisâ eyes darkened. Iâm so pissed off right now. Except for me, sheâs always beaming when she talks about the men she knew, like Gabriel and that boyâs father!
With a sullen tone, he said, âYou should mind yourself, Ms. Garland. His boy is already so old.â
âWhy does it matter how old the boy is? What does that have anything to do with me?â Rayna was confused. âDonât beat around the bush. I donât like playing guessing games.â
âGive me his number.â He wanted to tell Carlâs father to take care of his own child.
âI donât have it.â Even if she did have Jasmineâs number, she would not give it to him because she had promised Jasmine she wouldnât tell anyone about the matter. âYouâll know it in the future.â
Curtis shifted his line of sight to her. âDo you really have to hide this from me, Ms. Garland?â
âIâm not. Itâs just...â Hurriedly, she thought of what she could say without breaking her promise. âItâs better than having you scheming against me.â
The moment the last word left her mouth, she realized she had said the wrong thing.
While there wasnât any change in his countenance, the atmosphere in the car abruptly became tense and uncomfortable. âStop the car.â
âWe havenât reached Faymon Group yet.â Rayna gulped. âOnce weââ
âStop the car!â Curtisâ cold voice was brimming with fury. His sudden roar terrified her, prompting her to stop the car.
Before the vehicle even halted completely, he had already opened the door.
By the time Rayna looked at the passenger seat, it was already empty. Regret filled her heart. I didnât mean it.
As she drove back to the office, she kept brooding about the moment Curtis left her car. The idea of apologizing to him through WhatsApp messages popped into her mind a handful of times, but she just couldnât do it.
The sky darkened, and the employees left one by one.
Jessica sent Rayna a WhatsApp message, informing the latter she would be having dinner with Wyatt and that the latter did not have to prepare her dinner. Daily new chapters upload Only On Alaniniz(dot)com After staring at the pitch-black sky, Rayna packed her things and went to Lindaâs home for dinner.
Meanwhile, Wyatt drove to Sand Dragon Club in a hurry upon finishing his work.
The moment he stepped into the building, he saw a dazzling, fair woman in a ginger-colored dress with a flawless, palm-sized face. There was a look of nervousness and shyness in her eyes.
âYouâre so pretty, Jessie!â Immediately, he hugged Jessica and kissed her. âYouâre even more beautiful without your glasses! You look like a goddess!â
âOh, you.â Jessica lightly punched his chest. âIs this really okay? I heard Mr. Faymon is sending you to Yeringham to deal with something. If we go to your house for a meal right now, wonâtââ
Wyatt chuckled. âIt wonât because Iâve already taken care of the matter! My parents havenât been back in a while. No matter how difficult things may get, I must bring you home for a meal.â
âHow many girlfriends did you have before me?â Jessica fixed her sharp eyes on him. She looked as though she would strangle him to death if he didnât tell her the truth.
âYouâre my first! I swear!â It was true that she was the first woman he wanted to bring home.
Satisfied by his answer, she stopped questioning him further.
Wyatt drove the two of them to his home in his own car.
As he led Jessica into the building, he kept talking about how cheerful his parents were and that she should make herself at home.
âMr. Lopez.â The old housekeeper who opened the door was shocked when she saw a young woman next to Wyatt. âIs she your friend, Mr. Lopez?â
âSheâs my girlfriend!â Wyatt corrected.
âHello,â Jessica quickly greeted.
âNice to meet you.â Thinking that Jessica would be the future lady of the house, the housekeeper dared not treat the matter lightly. After she responded to Jessica, she led the couple into the house before notifying Pamela, Wyattâs mother, of their arrival.
The majestic living room was decorated with famous paintings that were worth at least tens of millions.
As Jessica surveyed her surroundings anxiously, Wyatt suddenly patted her shoulder. She saw an elegant woman with very fair skin exiting the kitchen gracefully.
âMom!â Wyatt gave the woman a big hug and beamed. âYou donât need to nag me this time since Iâve brought someone back with me!â
A moment later, he pushed Jessica toward Pamela. âThis is Jessica Marsh, my girlfriend!â
âShe seems obedient.â Pamela smiled as she gently and briefly studied Jessica. âYour dadâs in his study right now. Go and call him down for dinner.â
âAll right. Have fun chatting with each other!â Wyatt promptly bolted up the stairs, leaving Jessica and Pamela alone in the living room.
Jessica was unsure where she should put her hands. She looked quite flustered. Pamela approached her and led her to the dining room. An extravagant dinner had already been served on the table.
âJessica, right? Just relax and make yourself at home,â Pamela uttered softly. âWyattâs father and I tend to stay in Epea to take care of our business, so we donât return often. Iâll leave Wyatt in your care.â
Jessica replied, âDonât say that, Mrs. Lopez. Heâs the one taking care of me.â
Pamela smiled. âWyattâs a bit mischievous, and he always has a hard time setting his mind on anything. Youâre beautiful, well-
mannered, and the first girl he has ever brought home.â
âMm. He told me his parents have a great relationship with each other.â Jessica felt a bit embarrassed. âI feel a little bad for disturbing you all since itâs been a while since you and Mr. Lopez come back.â
âNah, Iâm glad that youâre here.â Clasping her hand, Pamela asked, âCan I ask you what your parents do for a living, Jessica? Itâs fine if you donât want to tell me.â
When Jessica answered the question truthfully, a look of dissatisfaction flashed past the older womanâs eyes even though her expression remained unchanged.
The Lopez family was a prominent family, and Wyatt was their only child. Naturally, his parents had high hopes for him. To Pamela, Jessicaâs background wasnât good enough for the Lopez family.