Dear Sweetheart novel

The edges of Jasper’s mouth curved even higher when he heard that. Then he glanced at his wristwatch again.

Rayna stared straight at Morton with a cold, resolute look. “I didn’t expect a gentleman like you to be interested in

forcing women into submission, Mr. Reed.”

However, Morton didn’t back off. “So what? Do you want to drink this whiskey or not, Ms. Garland?”

Upon accepting the wine, she gazed at it with pursed lips. Even though I won’t stay in Norwal City for long, Glory’s

branch company is located here and is in Jefferson’s hands. In the future, collaboration with these businessmen is

inevitable. If I don’t show him respect today, it’s possible he’ll bear a grudge against me and trouble me in the

future.

Thinking that he had intimidated her when he saw her taking the glass, Morton smirked. “It seems like you do know

how to respect—”

Rayna cut his sentence short by pouring the drink onto him.

That dumbstruck him.

The other men in the room promptly turned their sights toward the two of them. They didn’t expect her to have the

guts to do that.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Reed. My hand slipped.” Calmly, she smiled. “Ops, I even wetted your clothing. Don’t worry, I’ll be

sure to compensate you for that.”

Enraged, Morton roared, “You b*tch! You’re going to pay for this!”

Rayna brushed the droplets on her sleeve away, ignoring his fury entirely. “You’re amazing and have a vast social

network, Mr. Reed. However, no one wins forever. You’re free to disturb me in the future for refusing to accept your

drink. However, in the future, you must remember not to ask why someone bullies you when they do.”

“You!” He didn’t expect a woman to dare embarrass him in front of so many big shots in the industry. His face was

flushed with anger as he picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and swung it in her direction.

Her pupils constricted when she saw that.

Jasper was surprised by that turn of events and reflexively attempted to grab Morton’s arm.

It was then a slender figure with a jacket on his arm opened the door and stepped into the room.

When Morton heard someone shout, “Mr. Faymon,” he trembled and halted his movement before turning his sight

toward the entrance.

Curtis’ eyes darkened when he saw Rayna. “What’s the occasion? It’s so lively here.”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long while, Mr. Faymon,” Jasper welcomed.

As he led Curtis into the room, he recounted casually, “Mr. Reed thinks Ms. Garland is lame for only drinking juice,

so he poured a glass of whiskey for her. However, Ms. Garland unintentionally ticked him off when she accidentally

spilled the drink on him.”

“Mr. Faymon.” Morton calmly placed the bottle on the table. “It took two months of waiting before I received this

suit, and it was ruined in a night by Ms. Garland. That was why I lost my temper in a fit of rage.”

The reason he was still acting fearlessly was that he was certain Curtis had no reason to protect Rayna. I don’t

believe they have a relationship with each other. After all, if they do, why would she leave Faymon group for Glory?

As he expected, Curtis didn’t defend Rayna that much. “You can buy another one if your customized suit is ruined,

Mr. Reed. It’s not like you can’t afford a few of them. You don’t need to hold a grudge against a woman.”

Relieved, Morton grinned. “I’ll keep your words in mind, Mr. Faymon.”

Jasper glanced at Morton. Despite sneering in his mind, he maintained an amicable expression. He then left his

seat, allowing Curtis to sit next to Rayna.

The moment Curtis sat, Rayna stood.

“This spot is too hot. I need to get some breeze at the side,” she proclaimed before leaving, as though she was

avoiding a plague.

He remained silent.

After she plopped herself down on a slightly dim corner, a waiter served a few plates of fresh fruits. When she saw

the oranges, she promptly grabbed one and peeled it. She could hear the men conversing with laughter, as though

the episode where Morton tried to bully her didn’t happen.

As she ate the oranges, she found them juicy and slightly sour. It’s better than the ones I ate before. These should

come from that orchard.

Rayna enjoyed them so much that she ate one after another. Upon unintentionally raising her head, she saw

Morton pouring a glass of whiskey for Curtis with a bright grin. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about,

though she did see Curtis replying to Morton with a polite smile.

As she ate the oranges again, she felt extremely aggrieved for some reason.

Even if we have broken up, can’t he at least help me out when I get bullied for old times’ sake? Can’t he at least sell

me some of the oranges from his family’s orchard? Why does he continue to sleep with me after we go our

separate ways? Besides, it’s not like I must eat these oranges. It’s my babies who want to eat them.

Those thoughts were already making her feel indignant. Thus, when she thought about how Stella intercepted the

call she made to the CEO’s room as well as the intimate pictures of Curtis and her being exposed and published,

she started crying.

It began as a small sob, but the more she thought about it, the more disgruntled she felt. In the end, she couldn’t

help but wail, which shocked the men in the room.

Curtis’ heart ached when he saw tears stream down her cheeks and damped her pants.

He approached her, squatted in front of her, and wiped her tears away. “Why are you crying?”

As Rayna cried, she munched on the oranges and complained, “We may have broken up but do you have to be so

petty? You would send oranges to the club, but you disallowed their sale to me. D-Do you think I wanted to eat

them? A-Also, you can simply not accept my call if you don’t want to. Why do you have to blacklist my company?

It’s not like I won’t pay if I collaborate with Faymon Group.”

Curtis was taken aback. “You’re crying because of that?”

“You’re bullying me!” She wept even louder, causing her voice to turn hoarse. “Why do you refuse to sell me

oranges? I just want to eat a few of them. Why are you so petty?”

All the men in the room were stunned silent.

Jasper grinned. “Yeah, Mr. Faymon. It’s only a breakup. Why do you refuse to sell oranges to her?”

Curtis had nothing to say so he smiled.

It’s not like I knew Rayna was in Glory back then. I also didn’t expect her to cry so loudly because she didn’t get to

eat the oranges.

“Stop crying. It’s going to make your eyes swell.” He wiped the tears on her cheeks away again. “I’ll ask someone

to deliver two baskets of oranges to your condominium tomorrow, okay? Do you want to go back now?”

Of course, Rayna didn’t want to spend time there any longer because she was immensely disgusted by the sight of

Morton. Thus, she nodded as she continued to sob.

Upon pulling her up, he held her in his arms.

When she saw there were more oranges on the plate, she grabbed them.

Before she left, she turned to Jasper and uttered hoarsely, “Can I have your phone number, Mr. Snyder? I’ll call you

if I wish to collaborate with you.”

“Sure.” Just as Jasper pulled out his phone, Curtis covered Rayna’s eyes.

Then, Curtis forcefully pushed her out of the room. “If you want to collaborate with someone, do it with me. He’ll

only charge you accordingly.”