Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 66

Chapter 66 Binoculars

Rayna took medicine on time every day, and soon, her body gradually recovered. She could now get out of bed and walk normally.

She had hurt her vocal cords when the opponent struck her neck, so it would take a long time before she fully recovered. Rayna wasn’t in a hurry, anyway. She thought it was good enough as long as she could go to the bathroom by herself.

Over the past few days, she had hardly been out of the suite, and neither had Curtis. Their food was delivered by the hotel waiter. During the day, Curtis would ask Rayna to help when he was doing his work.

At night, the two shared a bedroom. Rayna slept on the bed while Curtis slept on the chair, guarding the former closely.

Rayna was the one who felt the most awkward.

Whenever she was with Curtis during this time, she couldn’t help but recall the scene where he took off his pants that day. It was too embarrassing. She had mentioned that she wanted to go back to her room, but Curtis said it was not safe.

When Rayna finally finished going through the documents, she looked up and looked out the full-length window. The sun had already set.

She counted and realized that she had been in this room for five days since she had woken up!

Behind the desk next to her, the man was still busy with his work. His long cotton sleeves were rolled up to reveal his strong arms. He was concentrating on the document in his hand, looking composed.

Rayna propped her chin on her palm while staring at Curtis.

She had to admit that Curtis was really an outstanding man. He was excellent in every respect, whether it was his appearance or his talent. It was said that Curtis graduated with a double degree. He was, for sure, an overachiever.

Among the affluent CEOs she had come into contact with, all of them were either over fifty or sixty years old or had a potbelly. It was rare to meet someone like Curtis, who was shrewd, capable, and talented.

How can such a good man’s marriage be so miserable?

Rayna was dumbfounded when she thought back to Jessica’s analysis of Curtis. A man like Curtis should be the one who was picky about women. There was no way he was lacking a candidate to marry.

The orange sunset glow came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shrouded the man. Rayna stared at his side profile in a daze, and slowly, the handsome face overlapped with another face in her memory.

Startled, she immediately straightened up her body. The figure in her mind disappeared as if everything was her illusion.

“What’s wrong?” Seemingly disturbed by Rayna’s actions, Curtis turned his head to look over.

Uncle Curtis, y-your face…

Rayna pointed at him and was just about to say that they looked alike when her thought was cut off and she suddenly forgot who she was thinking of a moment ago. Besides, her vocal cords were not healed yet, so she couldn’t mutter a sound at all.

Curtis reached out to touch his face and asked with a frown, “Is there something on my face?”

Rayna shook her head. She hit her head and tried her best to think, but she just couldn’t remember. The way she hit her head was hilarious in Curtis’ eyes.

“Ms. Garland, stop hitting your head already.” Seeing that it was time to eat, Curtis closed the lid of the laptop and stood up. He looked at Rayna and said slyly, “You’re already not smart enough.”

Rayna was lost for words.

Displeased, she walked up to Curtis while typing: Uncle Curtis, please be more careful next time when you speak. After all, you still need to rely on me, someone who is not that smart, for the negotiations.

“Ms. Garland, I’m not even thirty yet, and the title you put on me makes me sound like I’m older.” In the past, he could tolerate Rayna addressing him as Uncle Curtis, but now, it made him feel older than he was.

Curtis picked up the coat on the chair casually and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Get dressed. I’ll take you downstairs to the restaurant for dinner today.”

Rayna had been indoors for the past few days. She valued comfort and basically wore pajamas all the time. She was in her blooming twenties, and Curtis couldn’t help but be enchanted by her rosy cheeks.

Enchanted by her rosy cheeks?

Curtis quickly walked away. He rubbed his temples and thought that he must be overthinking.

Compared to Kristie’s, Rayna’s looks were not superior. It was just that her temperament was extraordinary. It was probably because the two of them had spent so much time together recently that he found Rayna attractive.

Rayna hadn’t gone out for many days. When she heard Curtis say that they would have dinner at the restaurant tonight, she didn’t bother to argue with him anymore and hurried back to her room to change. Then she followed him out.

Tyrandas was celebrating a local festival that day.

The hotel offered them a thirty percent discount for today’s and tomorrow’s stays. The huge swimming pool at the back of the hotel was also open today. There was a path leading directly from the restaurant to the swimming pool. Many guests chose to go swimming after eating in the restaurant, and the usual quiet restaurant was filled with many people.

Rayna was sitting in a position where she could see the huge swimming pool in the distance. That was the largest swimming pool she had ever seen in the hotels she had stayed in. It is so luxurious! Wow, they even have a swimming float!

Rayna watched the tourists below having fun, her whole face almost plastered to the glass. She wanted so much to go down to play. After watching for a while, she turned back to look at Curtis.

After the thrilling assassination that night, Curtis had stayed by her side at all times. She didn’t dare to go out as well, but it was rare to come across such a luxurious swimming pool. She really wanted to play.

It should be fine, right?

After Curtis replied to the WhatsApp message of a certain boss, Rayna immediately showed him her phone with a message that read: Mr. Faymon, the swimming pool below is open. I want to go play, can I?

Curtis looked out the glass, and indeed, there was a swimming pool not far away. However, the place was packed and filled with people who were no different from those tourists playing with water guns on the beach. He frowned.

“Ms. Garland, there are a lot of people and the place is full of bacteria,” Curtis said. He didn’t like crowds. “You can swim in the swimming pool in the suite.”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

Curtis was quite a clean freak.

Rayna typed: Mr. Faymon, we’re constantly in contact with bacteria. They are everywhere. You can find them in the air we breathe and on the armrest we hold every day. Humans have a strong immune system; we won’t get infected by a few bacteria. Besides, what’s the matter if I just go for a swim? I won’t even have any real contact with others.

“If you really insist, then go.” He realized he had been treating Rayna badly since they came to Tyrandas. Seeing that Rayna wanted to go to the swimming pool so much, he eventually said, “I’ll let Gabriel follow you.”

Rayna typed quickly: It’s okay. There are surveillance cameras everywhere and lifeguards around the swimming pool. No one would dare to do anything. Mr. Faymon, I think it’s better for Mr. Tylinski to accompany you instead.

Curtis’ eyebrows twitched at the multiple mentions of “Mr. Faymon.” He suddenly felt a little unsettled. It was better and easier on his ears if she called him Uncle Curtis, but she had divorced Julian. It seemed inappropriate for her to address him as Uncle Curtis.

Curtis wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words that came to his lips. “Up to you.”

Rayna was overjoyed.

Not expecting she would have the chance to go for a swim, she had only brought a few sets of casual clothes. She planned to buy a swimsuit when she arrived at the swimming pool. Unexpectedly, she received a swimsuit of a top brand and a pair of swimming goggles from the hotel because she was their VIP customer.

Fortunately, Uncle Curtis is willing to spend money to book a luxury suite. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

In the restaurant, Curtis sat tight and did not leave. After the waiter cleared the table, Gabriel came to report about work.

“Find me a pair of binoculars,” Curtis piped up.

“What?” Gabriel looked at Curtis, who was reading the document with his head lowered, and hesitated for a moment. “Mr. Faymon, we don’t use binoculars for blurred vision. What you need is a pair of reading glasses.”