Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 256 Never Thought I Would Like You This Much 1

“Why are you here?” Rayna was taken aback and yanked him inside when she remembered they were

still in the office, turning on the frosted glass panels to shield themselves from prying eyes.

“Ms. Garland, we’re at Faymon Group,” Curtis reminded her brusquely. “It’s well within my rights to visit

any department I want. You’re behaving… like a criminal now.”

I’m not someone to be ashamed of!

She huffed, “It’s fine if you go to other departments, but now people are starting to talk about us. What

will they think when you show up here?”

“So you’re avoiding me, but not Gabriel?”

“Why would I have to avoid him?” Rayna was bewildered. “He’s an assistant, so even if he shadows

me frequently, people will assume we’re doing our jobs and wouldn’t think twice.”

She quickly made the connection and shot Curtis a wary look. “Mr. Tylinski was suddenly transferred to

the Norham branch…”

“There’s a manpower shortage; I have nothing against him,” he replied evenly as if he hadn’t driven

Gabriel out of the office two days ago from sheer jealousy. “I can bring you to Norham if you don’t

believe me.”

“It’s too cold. I’m not interested,” Rayna declined before asking again, “Is there anything else, Mr.

Faymon?”

Curtis waved his phone at her, his gaze darkening. “You read my WhatsApp messages, but why didn’t

you respond?”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“It only takes a few seconds.” He took a step closer to her.

She retreated until her back pressed against the wall, and she had nowhere to go. At that point, both of

them were standing very close together.

Hunching her shoulders, she tried to pull away from him.

“Mr. Faymon, if you have something to say, then say it, but keep a proper distance between us.”

The more nervous she was, trying to avoid arousing suspicion, the more Curtis wanted to tease her. He

propped his arm on the wall, chuckling as he leaned forward to look into her eyes. “There have been

far more intimate moments than this.”

“Curtis Faymon!” Rayna’s face flushed all the way to the tips of her ears. She whacked him with her fist

and glared at him. “Act your age, and stop behaving like a rascal!”

“Am I wrong—”

She shoved two sour candies into his mouth the moment he spoke. His expression changed, and his

brows furrowed at the tartness.

Rayna snickered, and before she knew it, Curtis had sealed his mouth over hers, and the sour candies

rolled into her mouth, startling her with their acerbity.

He chuckled with a deep rumbling sound after pulling away. “Thank you, Ms. Garland. That was

delicious.”

Scoundrel!

“Ms. Garland, I’m here to apply for leave!”

Right as the atmosphere in the room began to heat up, the glass door was flung open, and someone

barged in.

Rayna snatched a file from the table and put some distance between her and Curtis. She was already

standing by the flower pot when the colleague entered.

“Mr. Faymon!” Jordan greeted when she noticed Curtis, who merely gave a gruff sound of

acknowledgment.

“Weren’t you going to request leave?” Rayna drew Jordan’s attention away, worried she would

overanalyze the situation. “Hand me the application form.”

“Oh, right!” Jordan gave her the form and explained sheepishly, “My parents rarely leave the house,

Ms. Garland, so I’d like to take them away for a week. Is that okay?”

“Sure, the office isn’t too busy now.”

Rayna signed the form and asked Jordan how she planned to return, to which she replied that her

boyfriend had also applied for leave to accompany her. His car, however, was rear-ended two days ago

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they would take the high-speed rail home.

“Your boyfriend is quite thoughtful to request leave to take you home.”

“Yeah, he treats me so well.” Jordan gave a sunny smile. “He agrees with me in everything and came

to the city to be with me. He even has plans to buy a marital home for us here.”

The candies in Rayna’s mouth soured even more as she listened to the sweet story.

She suddenly remembered something and called out to Jordan, who was about to leave with the form.

Fishing out her car keys from the drawer, she suggested, “Take my car. It will be easier to travel with

your parents this way.”

“I can’t do that, Ms. Garland.”

“My license was suspended anyway, and I can’t drive the car.” Rayna smiled and placed the keys in her

hand. “It’s a good thing you can take the car out for a spin; otherwise the engine could rust from

inactivity.”

Jordan asked in curiosity. “You’re a responsible driver, Ms. Garland. How did your license get

suspended?”

“An impulsive mistake.”

Jordan gave an “oh” and left with the form without any further questions.

Rayna turned back and noticed Curtis standing there leisurely, and she bristled with anger. “Please

leave if there’s nothing else, Mr. Faymon. I still have a ton of work to do.”

“There’s something else—I want a leave application form.”

“Inform the secretarial department, then. Why do you need a form?” she muttered. When he stood

obstinately in front of her and refused to move unless he got what he wanted, she grudgingly took out a

form from her drawer.

Curtis scribbled something on the form and gave it to her after signing it. “You have worked hard lately,

Ms. Garland, so I’m giving you a day off to rest.”

“I’m not tired. I don’t need rest.” She reached out to take the form. “Quit fooling around.”

He had always towered over her, so when he lifted his hand, Rayna couldn’t even reach the form. She

glowered at him, but Curtis merely arched a brow at her, seemingly in a good mood.

“Give me the form, Curtis.”

“You need to take a break.”

“I don’t want to take a break!” she snarled. “Can’t I want to earn more money?”

He shook his head, his voice low. “No, because tomorrow I’m taking a day off with you.”

He took her silence as her relenting. “I’ll take the form downstairs. You can continue your work.”

As he was leaving, Rayna returned to her senses and tamped down her annoyance, asking him, “What

are we doing?”

“Canoodling.”

The corners of Rayna’s lips quirked upward at the answer.

Is he starting to behave brazenly because he’s been spending too much time with Wyatt?

She paid no heed to his words and decided to rest at home since Curtis wanted to give her a day off

and had filled in the application form, but she had overlooked the extent of his shamelessness.

Jessica knocked on her bedroom door in the early hours of the morning and mumbled around a

toothbrush jutting out of her mouth, “Nana, I think Mr. Faymon is downstairs right now. Is he here for

you?”

“No way.”

Rayna slid her feet into a pair of slippers and padded to the balcony, where she looked down to see a

tall figure leaning against a Maybach parked at the condominium entrance.

Curtis was wearing light-colored casual clothes rather than his usual suit. His legs crossed at the

ankles as he stood lazily was a refreshing sight. He looked dashing, like a gentleman who had just

gotten out of the house.

Rayna grabbed Jessica’s hand and instructed gravely, “Go downstairs in a minute and tell him my

mom’s sick, and I have gone to the hospital to take care of her, so have him leave!”

Jessica raised her brow. “Mr. Faymon clearly wants to go on a date with you. Why are you turning him

down?”

“He has plenty of choices for a date,” Rayna muttered. Of course she knew, which was why she was

feeling torn because she wasn’t ready for it.

“But Mr. Faymon wants to go on a date with you!”

“Stop talking and head down later to get rid of him!”

“You’re a coward, Nana.”

“Are you looking for an ass-whooping?”

While Rayna was racking her brain for a way to get rid of Curtis, Wyatt drove over with breakfast and

was in a good mood.