Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 112 Your Beauty Mesmerizes Me The news caught Rayna off guard, giving her no time to prepare a gift. Recalling that Curtis liked sweet soup, she brought out the thermos in her bag and handed it to Curtis.

“About that, Mr. Faymon, I wasn’t aware that it was your birthday, so I didn’t prepare a gift. My mom made this, so if you don’t mind, you can have it. Also... happy birthday.”

The pink thermos held within her slender hands resembled a jewel, a sight so pleasing to the eye that it elicited a faint smile from Curtis.

She’s such an interesting woman. Every time she presents a gift, it always turns out to be something down to earth.

However, Curtis’ hesitation in taking it caused her imagination to run wild. Since Curtis had everything he fancied, giving the sweet soup began to feel like a bad idea to her.

Just as she retracted her hand, Curtis took the thermos from her. With a gentle smile, he replied, “Thank you, Ms. Garland. This is a wonderful present. I like it very much.”

A light blush descended upon Rayna’s cheeks. “You’re too kind, Mr. Faymon.”

When Curtis invited her to join him for the evening, Rayna declined cordially, cognizant that she and his friends were of different worlds.

Thereafter, Curtis took a call and needed to leave. Before he did, he gestured for the salesperson to come over. “Ms. Garland, just let him know which unit you fancy, as I’ll be taking my leave.”

Rayna nodded in acknowledgment.

After Curtis was gone, Rayna continued to survey the layout plan and scale model. In comparison to the few projects she discussed with Curtis, she still preferred the one at Mayfair Street due to its ease of access to public transport.

“I’ll take this one.” Upon making her decision, Rayna handed the salesperson her card. Initially, she wanted to use James’ details but ended up handing over her own ID card since he had taken his with him.

Due to the salesperson’s efficiency, the paperwork was completed within ten minutes.

The price she saw upon signing stunned her. “Only eight hundred thousand? Did you make a mistake?”

“Mr. Faymon has instructed us to give you a ninety percent discount for your chosen unit,” the salesperson explained. “Every unit here belongs to the Faymon Group. Therefore, you just need to pay eight hundred thousand, and we’ll take care of the rest.”

Rayna was at a loss for words.

I just wanted a symbolic discount. A hefty ninety percent discount is as good as giving me the unit for free.

Rayna asked, “What if I don’t want it?”

“Are you unsatisfied with this unit? You’re free to choose another one. I’ll just give Mr. Faymon a heads-up.” Just as the salesperson was about to give Curtis a call, Rayna stopped him.

“I’ll take it. I’m signing it now.” Rayna put her signature down immediately and handed the document back.

Since I have rejected him once, doing so a second time would make me look unreasonable. I might as well accept it. Uncle Curtis is right. It’s no big deal to accept a reward after all I have done for him.

The unit she bought was fully furnished, allowing one to move in anytime.

Upon completing the procedures, Rayna drove back to her condominium and gave Linda a call on her journey home. She instructed the latter to start packing so that she and James could help her move next week. Linda naturally had no objections.

As Jessica wasn’t back yet, Rayna was alone in the condominium. After setting out the rest of the food Linda prepared on the table, she took a shower and planned to watch a movie. It was then that she received a few messages and documents from her colleagues, spoiling her mood.

Wasn’t I supposed to be on holiday? In the end, I’m just working in a different office!

By the time she looked up after finishing her work, the sky was already dark, as it was already seven in the evening. It was then that her phone suddenly rang.

Annoyed by it, Rayna answered, “Who is it?”

“Ms. Garland, it’s me, Ms. Gardner,” Naomi replied. “Do you have some time now?”

“What is it about?”

“Mr. Faymon... there’s something wrong with him.” Stumbling on her words, Naomi explained frantically, “When I picked him up at seven-thirty at the club, just as he requested, he refused to leave. Instead, he looked listless and would drink whenever someone asked him to.”

Listless?

Guessing that Curtis must have drunk something strong like brandy, she replied anxiously, “Keep an eye on him, and stop him from drinking any more. Which club is he at? I’ll head over right away!”

“I appreciate it, Ms. Garland.”

During the drive to the club, Rayna had a sudden realization.

Slapping her own forehead, she ranted, “What’s wrong with me? Why am I going? Shouldn’t I just let Ms. Gardner take care of it?”

This will make me look as if I care a lot about Uncle Curtis.

Nevertheless, she had driven past the tunnel and was about to arrive at the club. Too late to turn back, Rayna steeled herself for the task. Soon, upon stopping her car by the street, she hurried into the venue.

Once she located the private room and entered, she was greeted by the sight of Naomi bantering with the other guests while frantically taking the wine glass away from Curtis’ hand to stop.

“You’ll have to excuse me, but Mr. Faymon can’t hold his liquor. He has already reached his limit.”

No sooner had she spoken than Curtis’ influential business partners became upset. “This isn’t vodka. There’s no way anyone can get drunk on this. Besides, all of us know how well Mr. Faymon can really hold his drink.”

“It looks to me that he wants to drink it, so you had better not spoil the party by getting in his way.”

“Exactly. Today is his birthday after all!”

Naomi didn’t dare offend any of the powerful figures. Hence, the sight of Rayna caused her eyes to glisten as if her savior had arrived. “Ms. Garland, you’re finally here.”

“I’m sorry. I was caught in traffic.” Wearing a slight smile, Rayna threw Curtis—who was sitting on the couch—a glance. In place of the distant expression in the afternoon was a clueless and stupid look.

The moment he saw Rayna, Curtis stopped struggling with Naomi over the wineglass. Instead, he got up from the couch.

“Sweet—”

Before he could finish uttering the word “Sweetheart,” Rayna lunged forward to cover his mouth. With an awkward expression, she explained to everyone, “I’m sorry, but Mr. Faymon is drunk.”

“Since today is his birthday and he has invited all of you here to celebrate, it would be rude to spoil the party. Ms. Gardner, please stay back and entertain the guests. I’ll send Mr. Faymon home.”

Naomi nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Ms. Garland.”

With that, Rayna hastily dragged Curtis out of the room. Even though the latter was cooperative, Rayna covering his mouth made for a comical scene.

It wasn’t until they left the club that Rayna heaved a sigh of relief. She then confronted Curtis, “Mr. Faymon, didn’t Mr. Tylinski remind you not to drink recklessly? Do you think you can disregard his advice just because it’s your birthday?”

“I just drank a little brandy, so don’t be mad, Sweetheart.” Curtis sincerely admitted that he was wrong. With his gaze drifting around her belly, he remarked in a gentle tone, “Being angry is bad for the baby.”

Rayna’s lips twitched. “Mr. Faymon, the pregnancy was fake. Have you forgotten?”

“How could it have been fake?” Curtis questioned groggily. “Sweetheart, are you messing with me? I swear I won’t drink brandy again, so don’t be angry with me.”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

D*mn it. Uncle Curtis has lost his spine in his current condition. Whatever I say is useless!

Not wasting any more time talking to him, Rayna ordered him into the car.

Curtis got in obediently and would occasionally turn to ogle at her. Without even looking, Rayna could feel the burning passion of his gaze, which she found annoying.

“Mr. Faymon, can you stop staring at me?”

“Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.” The effects of the alcohol deepened his voice, making it sound raspy and consequently seductive. “I’ll never tire from admiring your beauty every day.”