Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 37

Chapter 37 The Unexpected Explosion

“Thanks.”

They then got downstairs together and headed toward the open-air parking lot. Just when they were about to step into the parking lot, a black Bentley near them exploded all of a sudden.

Curtis instantly leaped forward and protected Rayna from the blast.

Since he was wearing only a thin white shirt, a shard of glass pierced his arm. He could not help but groan in pain when blood began to gush from his wound.

Rayna realized Curtis was injured when she felt the warm liquid on his arm. Her face turned pallid instantly. “Mr. Faymon…”

“I’m fine.” Curtis pulled her up and examined her. “Are you injured?”

Rayna shook her head.

Despite the explosion, the Bentley was not caught on fire, so it did not affect the cars around it. Nonetheless, a waiter still ran over after hearing the loud noise.

Curtis explained to the waiter about what happened.

The waiter promised to investigate the matter and update Curtis about it, but since the manor did not have a medical kit, the waiter could only temporarily bandage his wound. He then arranged for a driver to take Curtis and Rayna to the hospital.

Jefferson walked out from behind the pillar and looked at the people who were conversing in the parking lot before turning his attention to the exploded Bentley. He pursed his lips as his expression

turned grim.

“Sir.” Ringo, too, walked out from a hidden corner.

“I wonder if she’ll end up like that Bentley had she gotten into it?” Jefferson pressed his hand against the pillar and glared at the remnants from the explosion.

Suddenly, he punched the pillar and gritted his teeth as he said, “How dare he do this? How dare he touch my woman?”

“Don’t worry, Sir. Mr. Terblanc doesn’t know much about it,” Ringo said. “He probably felt that this occasion was the perfect opportunity to claim someone’s life. I believe he’s only targeting you.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He added, “Mr. Terblanc believed what he saw. And all these years, you only had Dorothy by your side. You’ve not done anything that would arouse his suspicion.”

Jefferson let out a cold snort and spoke disdainfully. “You have no idea how suspicious the man is! Anything can trigger him easily! Did he really think he can keep me in the dark when he sent a Jetroinian to me?”

“So what should we do now, Sir?”

“Call Dorothy and ask her to come over.” Jefferson clenched his fists as he watched Rayna leave the manor in another car. “Give her a new identity and place her in Faymon Group.”

Ringo could not help but ask, “Is that appropriate? Ms. Garland is working in Faymon Group as an interpreter, though.”

“The most dangerous place is also the safest,” Jefferson said, “Calbert wants to know what I’m doing, right? I’ll show him. Besides, I need someone to keep an eye on Curtis.”

He had never thought of going head-on with Curtis because he knew it wouldn’t end well for both of them. But Rayna is mine. I might have distanced myself from her due to some reasons, but that doesn’t mean someone else can take advantage of her!

Meanwhile, Curtis and Rayna soon arrived at the hospital.

Rayna decided to accompany Curtis. After all, he got injured for trying to protect her from the explosion. She could not help but shudder upon seeing how terrible the wound on his arm was. He must be in a lot of pain. I owe him a huge favor this time.

Once the doctor cleared and bandaged the wound, Rayna told Curtis to sit and rest before she headed downstairs to collect his medicines at the dispensary. When she returned a few minutes later, the man had fallen asleep on the chair with his head tilted.

Upon noticing the exhaustion on Curtis’ face and the dark circles under his eyes, Rayna walked over quietly. He must be exhausted.

After pursing her lips, she removed her coat and gently placed it on the man.

Suddenly, Curtis frowned as he slowly started breaking out in a cold sweat. His breathing had also become irregular, as if he had breathing difficulties.

“U-Uncle Curtis?” Panicking, Rayna patted his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

Curtis, who continued to sweat profusely, gripped her wrist to stop her from pulling it away. His grip was so tight that the ashen-faced Rayna gasped in pain.

“Uncle Curtis, please let go of my hand.” She thought her wrist was about to snap. While trying to break free from his clutch, Rayna could not help but notice the muscular chest beneath his drenched shirt.

Her heart started pounding rapidly, and her ears turned red.

She immediately looked away. Is Uncle Curtis having a nightmare?

Worried that he might be in discomfort, she wanted to call the doctor to check on him. That was when Curtis began to loosen his grip. Thus, she quickly retracted her hand and massaged it when the man had seemingly returned to normal.

Rayna cautiously called him, “Mr. Faymon?”

Curtis gradually opened his eyes, tilted his head, and glanced at her. “Did I fall asleep?”

Rayna chuckled in her heart. Not only did you fall asleep, but you also nearly broke my wrist!

Meanwhile, Gabriel rushed over to the hospital when he received news about the explosion. He was so thoughtful that he even brought Rayna a set of clean clothes. “You can change into these since your gown is dirty, Ms. Garland.”

“Thank you.” After glancing at her wet gown, Rayna took over the clothes from Gabriel and darted to the restroom. I should get changed.

Gabriel then sent Rayna back to Cerulean Bay. Before alighting from the car, she expressed her gratitude to Curtis again. “Thank you, Uncle Curtis. I’ll cover all your medical expenses.”

Curtis flashed her a faint smile. “No worries, it’s just a small sum.”

After leaving Cerulean Bay, Curtis’ expression turned grim. He asked Gabriel, “Have you investigated the people at the manor?”

“Yes. The car exploded on its own. I don’t think it’s anyone’s doing.”

“Who owns the Bentley?” Curtis asked.

Gabriel replied, “Jefferson.”

Curtis scoffed. “If that’s his Bentley, I’m pretty sure someone orchestrated the explosion. Someone must have done something to his car. It just so happened that Rayna and I passed by it and ended up getting affected.”

Gabriel raised his doubt in confusion. “But he wouldn’t have made any rivals here because all his businesses are in Epea. Based on my findings, he didn’t even establish a single company in Hawen or Jetroina.”

“It could be someone from Epea who wanted to finish him off here,” Curtis said with a smirk. “After all, if something bad happened to Jefferson in another country, no one would suspect them to be behind it.”

After giving it some thought, Curtis said to Gabriel, “Jefferson came here to look for Rayna. Find someone to keep an eye on him. I don’t want that guy to take advantage of her.”

“I’ll see to it,” Gabriel replied.

Curtis did not report for duty at office in the next two days.

Rayna was worried that the wound had taken a toll on him but dared not ask him directly. Instead, she told Linda to make a pot of sweet soup so that she could bring it to the office, hand it to Gabriel, and ask him about Curtis’ condition.

Gabriel replied, “Don’t worry, Ms. Garland. Mr. Faymon is recuperating well.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? Like meeting his clients for him or what.” Rayna felt bad. “I can cook for him too. I’m quite a good cook.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I learned cooking from my mom.”

Gabriel thought about it and agreed to her suggestions since he was planning to hire a part-time caretaker to look after Curtis anyway.

After completing all her tasks at work, Rayna left with Gabriel and departed to Curtis’ residence. During their journey there, she asked Gabriel about Kristie and was relieved to learn that the latter was not staying with Curtis.

Kristie had always viewed Rayna as her arch-enemy, and the latter could tell how Kristie wished to skin her alive. I better stay away from her.

Curtis was staying somewhere near Cerulean Bay. His mansion was a quiet standalone building in the residential area.

He raised his brows in surprise when he opened the door and saw Rayna standing next to Gabriel.