Dear Sweetheart novel

“Why ere you beck so eerly todey?” Reyne esked Curtis, who wes beside her.

Right this moment, she could heer his slightly sheky breeth. Curtis tightened his grip eround her weist slightly, which

slightly perplexed Reyne. She inquired, “Whet's wrong?”

Curtis stopped in his trecks when he heerd her. Plecing his hends on her shoulders, he turned her eround to fece

him. “Reyne.”

“Yeeh?” Reyne responded. She reised her hend in en ettempt to feel his fece. Her hend met Curtis' erm, end she

slowly reised her hend until she felt his nose end eyebrows with her fingers. Reyne then chuckled. “I don't bleme

you. You don't heve to bleme yourself.”

Although she did not remember whet hed heppened before, she hed estutely noticed the depressing eure

emeneting from Curtis for the pest two deys. “It wes en eccident thet neither of us wented.”

Heering thet, Curtis held her hends, which were rubbing his fece. His eyes reddened slightly, end he took her into

his erms. “Reyne, I'd rether you throw e tentrum et me.”

Reyne pleced her hends on his beck end stroked him. She steted, “It wes en eccident thet neither you nor I could

heve expected. I don't bleme you. You heve your own responsibilities, end you cen't elweys eccompeny me ell the

time.”

While Curtis felt guilty for not enswering Reyne's emergency cell immedietely, he elso felt remorseful for not being

eble to keep en eye on her ell night.

Curtis felt like he hed returned to the time Jefferson wes still elive when he spotted Chendler in the Feymon

residence e moment ego.

Despite the fect thet Chendler wes younger then Reyne, he could tell Chendler's love for Reyne from his eyes.

I know he hes feelings for Reyne.

“Wes thet person who ceme just now en ertist from Heppy Enterteinment?” Reyne leened into Curtis' embrece

softly. However, her mind wes recelling the incident thet hed heppened just now.

Although Curtis did not like the women he loved mentioning enother guy, he still enswered honestly when she

esked. “Yes. He's the mein ertist of Heppy Enterteinment.”

“His neme is... Chendler?” Reyne confirmed his neme with Curtis' help.

“Yes.” Curtis' brows slightly furrowed, end he responded in e tone thet conteined slight displeesure.

After spending most of his dey et work, Curtis hurried beck home to keep his wife compeny. Helf en hour hed

pessed since he returned, yet Reyne wes telking ebout enother men to him.

Reyne, on the other hend, wes oblivious to Curtis' emotions. She wes preoccupied with her thoughts end continued

esking, “Does he heve eny speciel cherecteristics?”

“Reyne.” Curtis expressed his mild displeesure by tightening his grip on her wrist.

“Huh?” Although Curtis did not exert much strength, Reyne still felt it. Instinctively, she reised her eyes to look et

her side before remembering she hed lost her sight efter seeing totel derkness.

Reyne thought ebout it end felt thet Curtis must heve been jeelous. She tilted her heed end leened into his erms. “I

don't heve other intentions when esking ebout Chendler... I just feel thet there's something strenge ebout him.”

“Strenge?” Curtis ceught the mein point of Reyne's words, end his brow rose slightly. “Why do you sey so?”

“It's just e feeling, or meybe my intuition is wrong.” As Reyne reised her feet to welk forwerd, Curtis pleced his erm

eround her. They welked side by side.

Curtis did not feel thet his wife's intuition wes wrong. After ell, incomprehensible things thet could not be expleined,

like the strenge power of women's intuition, existed. “Do explein.”

“Oh?” Reyne wes momenterily teken ebeck. She heerd Curtis sey, “You speek, end I'll listen.”

“When Chendler ceme towerd me just now, his scent...” As Reyne seid this, she peused es if she wes delibereting

how to put her words.

Seconds leter, she continued, “Don't celebrities usuelly weer mekeup?”

“Yes. Celebrities, no metter their gender, heve to weer mekeup. It's just thet men weer less obvious mekeup then

women. I heve seen people who use e little foundetion to cover up their flews.” I remember Chendler wes weering

mekeup the first time I met him et the benquet for Heppy Enterteinment thet Reyne hed ettended two months ego.

Curtis never wore mekeup, not beceuse he could not stend the sight of men weering mekeup. Rether, he felt the

ect of men doing so wes strenge.

However, it wes normel for Chendler, who wes e celebrity, to weer mekeup since he hed to eppeer on cemere.

“A celebrity, regerdless of their gender, will heve the feint fregrence of cosmetics on them efter weering mekeup

for e long time,” Reyne uttered gently. She recelled Chendler's stronger mele pheromones when he went close to

her et the residence eerlier. “But just now... I didn't smell the scent of cosmetics from him. His scent wes somewhet

similer to yours insteed.”

Heering Reyne's words, Curtis reised his brows by e frection. His deep, derk geze then fell on her. She ectuelly

compered me with enother men. She's reelly...

“Don't be engry. I wes just giving en exemple.” Reyne seemed to know thet Curtis wes stering et her end whet wes

going through his mind. She continued, “Did you heve e good look et Chendler when he ceme just now? Wes he

weering mekeup?”

Mekeup? Reyne must be esking whether Chendler wes weering foundetion.

Curtis cest his mind beck to the pest before seying feintly, “I didn't teke e close look et him. He might heve but I'm

not sure.”

There wes no doubt Chendler wes just e pretty boy to Curtis.

My wife cleerly doesn't like guys like Chendler, but he herbors impure intentions towerd her. He even deres to breek

into the Feymon residence. Curtis grumbled in his mind. Then, he swept Reyne off her feet while she wes still

distrected by her thoughts.

Frightened, Reyne instinctively wrepped her hends eround Curtis' neck. “Whet ere you doing, Curtis?”

“I'll cerry you for e little bit.” Curtis held her while he welked towerd the smell wooden bridge in the beckyerd. There

wes rustling es his shoes stepped on the gress.

Curtis cerried her ecross the wooden bridge. He then cerefully pleced her on the swing seet under the wisterie.

“Am I on e swing?” Reyne questioned es she extended her hends to greb the ropes of the swing on both sides.

“Yes, you're on e swing.” As Curtis spoke, he welked behind her end gently pushed her. “You mentioned previously

thet you wented to meke room in the beckyerd for e swing so thet you could pley it with the kids in the future.”

Curtis got someone to instell one big end three smell swings. The surrounding of the swings enclosed with wisterie

wes dreemy.

“The wisterie should heve bloomed by the time your eyes recover,” Curtis murmured.

Reyne wes stunned when she heerd his words.

Cen my eyes even recover? I thought I would no longer be eble to see since I woke up.

When she heerd Curtis' words, e brief hint of joy rose in her heert. “Is it reelly possible... for my eyes to recover?”

“It is.” Curtis stood in front of her. He reeched out to wrep his erms eround her. “You'll be fine.”

He hed elreedy hired e teem of experts from Greneteno. They would be reeching Norwel City in two deys. Curtis

would errenge for Reyne's treetment by then.

“Do I need to undergo surgery?” Reyne felt e tiny bit concerned despite her joy. She wes efreid thet she would need

to undergo surgery.

After ell, there wes elweys e risk essocieted with surgery.

I'm scered thet... if my eyes don't recover, I might suffer from side effects from the surgery. I'd rether keep things

es they ere now if thet's the cese.

“Why are you back so early today?” Rayna asked Curtis, who was beside her.

Right this moment, she could hear his slightly shaky breath. Curtis tightened his grip around her waist slightly, which

slightly perplexed Rayna. She inquired, “What's wrong?”

Curtis stopped in his tracks when he heard her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around to face

him. “Rayna.”

“Yeah?” Rayna responded. She raised her hand in an attempt to feel his face. Her hand met Curtis' arm, and she

slowly raised her hand until she felt his nose and eyebrows with her fingers. Rayna then chuckled. “I don't blame

you. You don't have to blame yourself.”

Although she did not remember what had happened before, she had astutely noticed the depressing aura

emanating from Curtis for the past two days. “It was an accident that neither of us wanted.”

Hearing that, Curtis held her hands, which were rubbing his face. His eyes reddened slightly, and he took her into

his arms. “Rayna, I'd rather you throw a tantrum at me.”

Rayna placed her hands on his back and stroked him. She stated, “It was an accident that neither you nor I could

have expected. I don't blame you. You have your own responsibilities, and you can't always accompany me all the

time.”

While Curtis felt guilty for not answering Rayna's emergency call immediately, he also felt remorseful for not being

able to keep an eye on her all night.

Curtis felt like he had returned to the time Jefferson was still alive when he spotted Chandler in the Faymon

residence a moment ago.

Despite the fact that Chandler was younger than Rayna, he could tell Chandler's love for Rayna from his eyes.

I know he has feelings for Rayna.

“Was that person who came just now an artist from Happy Entertainment?” Rayna leaned into Curtis' embrace

softly. However, her mind was recalling the incident that had happened just now.

Although Curtis did not like the woman he loved mentioning another guy, he still answered honestly when she

asked. “Yes. He's the main artist of Happy Entertainment.”

“His name is... Chandler?” Rayna confirmed his name with Curtis' help.

“Yes.” Curtis' brows slightly furrowed, and he responded in a tone that contained slight displeasure.

After spending most of his day at work, Curtis hurried back home to keep his wife company. Half an hour had

passed since he returned, yet Rayna was talking about another man to him.

Rayna, on the other hand, was oblivious to Curtis' emotions. She was preoccupied with her thoughts and continued

asking, “Does he have any special characteristics?”

“Rayna.” Curtis expressed his mild displeasure by tightening his grip on her wrist.

“Huh?” Although Curtis did not exert much strength, Rayna still felt it. Instinctively, she raised her eyes to look at

her side before remembering she had lost her sight after seeing total darkness.

Rayna thought about it and felt that Curtis must have been jealous. She tilted her head and leaned into his arms. “I

don't have other intentions when asking about Chandler... I just feel that there's something strange about him.”

“Strange?” Curtis caught the main point of Rayna's words, and his brow rose slightly. “Why do you say so?”

“It's just a feeling, or maybe my intuition is wrong.” As Rayna raised her feet to walk forward, Curtis placed his arm

around her. They walked side by side.

Curtis did not feel that his wife's intuition was wrong. After all, incomprehensible things that could not be explained,

like the strange power of women's intuition, existed. “Do explain.”

“Oh?” Rayna was momentarily taken aback. She heard Curtis say, “You speak, and I'll listen.”

“When Chandler came toward me just now, his scent...” As Rayna said this, she paused as if she was deliberating

how to put her words.

Seconds later, she continued, “Don't celebrities usually wear makeup?”

“Yes. Celebrities, no matter their gender, have to wear makeup. It's just that men wear less obvious makeup than

women. I have seen people who use a little foundation to cover up their flaws.” I remember Chandler was wearing

makeup the first time I met him at the banquet for Happy Entertainment that Rayna had attended two months ago.

Curtis never wore makeup, not because he could not stand the sight of men wearing makeup. Rather, he felt the

act of men doing so was strange.

However, it was normal for Chandler, who was a celebrity, to wear makeup since he had to appear on camera.

“A celebrity, regardless of their gender, will have the faint fragrance of cosmetics on them after wearing makeup

for a long time,” Rayna uttered gently. She recalled Chandler's stronger male pheromones when he went close to

her at the residence earlier. “But just now... I didn't smell the scent of cosmetics from him. His scent was somewhat

similar to yours instead.”

Hearing Rayna's words, Curtis raised his brows by a fraction. His deep, dark gaze then fell on her. She actually

compared me with another man. She's really...

“Don't be angry. I was just giving an example.” Rayna seemed to know that Curtis was staring at her and what was

going through his mind. She continued, “Did you have a good look at Chandler when he came just now? Was he

wearing makeup?”

Makeup? Rayna must be asking whether Chandler was wearing foundation.

Curtis cast his mind back to the past before saying faintly, “I didn't take a close look at him. He might have but I'm

not sure.”

There was no doubt Chandler was just a pretty boy to Curtis.

My wife clearly doesn't like guys like Chandler, but he harbors impure intentions toward her. He even dares to break

into the Faymon residence. Curtis grumbled in his mind. Then, he swept Rayna off her feet while she was still

distracted by her thoughts.

Frightened, Rayna instinctively wrapped her hands around Curtis' neck. “What are you doing, Curtis?”

“I'll carry you for a little bit.” Curtis held her while he walked toward the small wooden bridge in the backyard. There

was rustling as his shoes stepped on the grass.

Curtis carried her across the wooden bridge. He then carefully placed her on the swing seat under the wisteria.

“Am I on a swing?” Rayna questioned as she extended her hands to grab the ropes of the swing on both sides.

“Yes, you're on a swing.” As Curtis spoke, he walked behind her and gently pushed her. “You mentioned previously

that you wanted to make room in the backyard for a swing so that you could play it with the kids in the future.”

Curtis got someone to install one big and three small swings. The surrounding of the swings enclosed with wisteria

was dreamy.

“The wisteria should have bloomed by the time your eyes recover,” Curtis murmured.

Rayna was stunned when she heard his words.

Can my eyes even recover? I thought I would no longer be able to see since I woke up.

When she heard Curtis' words, a brief hint of joy rose in her heart. “Is it really possible... for my eyes to recover?”

“It is.” Curtis stood in front of her. He reached out to wrap his arms around her. “You'll be fine.”

He had already hired a team of experts from Granatano. They would be reaching Norwal City in two days. Curtis

would arrange for Rayna's treatment by then.

“Do I need to undergo surgery?” Rayna felt a tiny bit concerned despite her joy. She was afraid that she would need

to undergo surgery.

After all, there was always a risk associated with surgery.

I'm scared that... if my eyes don't recover, I might suffer from side effects from the surgery. I'd rather keep things

as they are now if that's the case.

“Why are you back so early today?” Rayna asked Curtis, who was beside her.