Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 165 Preferential Treatment “This is too much, Curt. I’ll never come to see you again!” Kristie said furiously. Then, she turned to leave.

However, she came back before she even reached the door.

“Calm down, Ms. Winton.” Rayna became vigilant as she saw Kristie walking in her direction. “Mr. Faymon was the one who said those words to you, not me.”

Kristie took out a check from her bag and tossed it to Rayna. “You want to be Curtis’ wife, Rayna? Stop dreaming. It’s impossible in this lifetime! Also, Gray Wolf has already broken up with you, so stop bothering him. This is the fee for breaking up. Take it!”

After that, Kristie flicked her hair and walked off in her high heels, her nose stuck into the air snobbishly.

Lowering her head, Rayna saw the amount on the check. It was twenty million, the same amount as last time. However, she was at a loss, wondering who was using her as a shield.

Noticing Curtis’ indifference, she asked while waving the check in her hand, “Do you believe I’m cheating?”

“No.”

Just as Rayna thought Curtis was full of confidence, he said, “I won’t allow my wife to get the chance to.”

To that, Rayna cleared her throat awkwardly.

After blow-drying Curtis’ hair, she went to change. As soon as he saw what she had put on, he frowned. “Change into something else. You’ll catch a cold if you expose your belly.”

“Look at this hot weather. How can anyone catch a cold from it?”

Curtis wheeled himself, wanting to go upstairs. “Well, then we’ll stay at home.”

“Fine, I’ll change.” Rayna pushed him back to the living room. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since Curtis had gone outside. It would be good to take him out to relax. “Wait here.”

As soon as she went upstairs, the door opened.

“Why are you all alone, Curtis?” Wyatt came in with a pile of documents before glancing about in confusion. “Isn’t Rayna supposed to look after you? Where is she?”

Seeing Curtis staring at the ground and ignoring him, Wyatt walked over.

“Hey, Curtis.”

In response, Curtis looked up at him in a daze.

His mild behavior had Wyatt thinking he was still drunk. Suddenly, something popped into his mind. “Curtis, do you remember how you lost a bet last time and said you’ll call me Daddy?”

He could only act tough when Curtis was drunk. With his back straightened, he said, “Call me Daddy now!”

“Do you really want to hear that?”

Failing to notice the change in Curtis’ expression, Wyatt rubbed his hands and said excitedly as he turned on his phone recording, “Yes, of course. Curtis, be quick—Ouch!”

He wailed in pain after Curtis seized his wrist tightly.

Curtis exerted more force, and with a crisp crack, Wyatt’s wrist was broken. Then, Curtis sneered, “When did I lose a bet and say I’ll call you Daddy, huh?”

“I was wrong, Curtis. I’m sorry!” Tears streamed down Wyatt’s face. He had teased Curtis as he thought the latter was still drunk, but he ended up landing himself in deep trouble instead.

“Look, Curtis. You’ve already snapped my wrist. Isn’t that enough? Please take pity on me and let me go. I swear I’ll never do it again. See what I brought you. Let me off this time!”

Curtis let go of him and muttered slowly, “Don’t play with fire next time.”

“I’m sure you would be treating me differently if I were a certain someone.”

With a grim expression, Curtis was ready to move his hand. “What did you say?”

“I-It’s nothing,” Wyatt hurriedly explained and acted pitifully. “Can I leave now, Curtis? My wrist is broken. I need to visit the hospital.”

“Send the documents to my study.” Curtis turned his wheelchair around.

D*mn it!

Wyatt could only curse inwardly. Looking at his broken right wrist and the documents on the ground, he gritted his teeth and picked them up with his left arm. Then, he followed Curtis up the stairs.

After entering the study, Curtis turned on his computer.

Wyatt’s original plan was to leave after putting down the documents. However, he changed his mind after seeing Curtis’ strange behavior. He walked over and saw Curtis watching the surveillance footage of the past few days.

Through the surveillance footage, Wyatt saw Curtis, who had gotten drunk, talking with Rayna and even laying his head on her stomach. Then, Alfred opened the door.

Then, it was a footage of the dining room.

Next, a few company executives from Faymon Group came to have a meeting in the conference room.

Wyatt watched all the surveillance footage with Curtis. Then, he smirked and said in a leering tone, “You sure are fit, Curtis.

Rayna is already pregnant. Tsk!”

To that, Curtis gave him a side-eye. “Do you want me to sew up your mouth?”

Shocked, Wyatt immediately turned his head.

It wasn’t until after watching all the surveillance footage that Curtis looked at the frozen image with an unnatural expression.

In truth, he had only just sobered up in the living room earlier to find Wyatt teasing himself. However, he couldn’t remember what he had done, so he came to watch the surveillance footage. He didn’t expect so many things to have happened.

Now I know why Gabriel checks the alcohol concentration level every time I drink. I act way too silly drunk. Things would be terrible if any competing company found out about this.

Meanwhile, Rayna went looking for Curtis after she saw that he wasn’t in the living room. She saw Wyatt as soon as she entered the study.

“You’re here too, Mr. Lopez?”

Seeing Rayna’s arrival, Curtis immediately shut down the computer.

Rayna didn’t notice his action. Instead, she pulled Wyatt aside and whispered, “Mr. Faymon had some alcohol last night and is still slightly drunk. He won’t remember what you say.” “

“Huh?” said Wyatt subconsciously. “Curtis is—”

The next second, he felt a chilly aura flaring behind him, so he turned his head quietly. Curtis was staring at him, looking as if he wanted to break his other arm.

“What were you going to say, Mr. Lopez?” Rayna probed.

“I was going to say I’m counting on you to look after Curtis.” Wyatt patted her shoulder.

Rayna bobbed her head, thinking this was what she ought to do.

She noticed Wyatt’s right arm was limp, so she asked worriedly, “Is your arm all right, Mr. Lopez?”

“It’s nothing. I accidentally hurt myself.”

“Then you should call the family doctor. We have the number in the landline,” Rayna said. “The weather is great today, so I’m thinking of bringing Mr. Faymon outside for a walk. I’ll tell you when he sobers up.”

Curtis has long sobered up!

With a smile, Wyatt waved. “Okay, go on.”

After Rayna wheeled Curtis out, Wyatt’s face fell. While stuffing the documents in the drawer, he complained, “It seems like Curtis is the type to put women before friends. He even lied to Rayna!”

I just teased him a little. How can he break my wrist just like that?

“Huh?” Wyatt found a small box in the drawer. He took it out and looked closely at the words FX1236 on it. There was a small pill in the transparent box.

“Isn’t this the medicine Jeremy is researching?” he muttered.

It had been five years since Jeremy started his research on this medicine, but it was still semi-finished. The side effect of this medicine was that if one took a second pill within three years, there was a ninety percent chance of restoring one’s memory, so no news had been released to the public.

He had heard Jeremy talk about what had happened in Tyrandas before. The translator that Curtis brought got drugged by Kristie. Therefore, Curtis asked for two of these pills to feed the translator.

After investigating the people around Curtis, he knew that the translator was Rayna.

Playing with the box, Wyatt smirked.

I’ll let Rayna remember what Curtis doesn’t want her to remember.

Not long after Rayna and Curtis left the house, the phone in her pocket buzzed.

She tapped open her WhatsApp and saw a new message from Wyatt. He had texted: I left something for you in the kitchen cupboard. Remember to take it before going to bed.