Chapter 306: Chapter 306

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 306 I Do Not Understand When Rayna woke up past one in the afternoon, she stared at the Epean-style chandelier on the ceiling before turning to look at the man beside her.

Something feels off. I was persuading Curtis to go to bed, right? Why did we...

“What are you thinking about?”

Rayna was lost in her thoughts when a kiss landed on the corner of her lips.

She realized Curtis was awake. He was propping his arm on the mattress, staring at her with his dark, intense eyes. There was a hint of amusement in his gaze.

His naked torso was muscular and alluring, so Rayna got all shy and pulled the covers up to cover her face.

Warily, Rayna asked, “Do you remember how you got back at dawn?”

“I don’t really remember,” came Curtis’ reply. Rayna noticed he was frowning, so it didn’t seem like he was lying. “All I remember was drinking a glass of vodka before I exited the club.”

“Oh? Why did you go to a club?” Rayna asked. Jetroinian clubs were frequented by politicians and socialites, so they were proper establishments that differed from nightclubs. Thus, she didn’t feel uncomfortable to learn that he had gone to one the previous night.

Curtis scooted closer to kiss her cheek. His voice was hoarse as he asked, “I had some work to do. Did I get drunk again?”

“You were energetic and didn’t look like you were drunk,” Rayna replied in frustration.

Something told her Curtis wasn’t drunk this time and was merely pranking her. However, she couldn’t find any evidence to support her guess.

Curtis pulled the covers away. “Let me take a look. Did I hurt you?”

“It’s daytime. Stop it!” Rayna flushed red and covered herself completely with the covers.

She couldn’t forget about the camera at the previous club.

Kicking him, she harrumphed. “Hurry up and change your clothes. You need to go to the hospital. Theodore has been there all night, so you should take over for him and ask him to come back and get some rest.”

“It’s fine. Back when he was a soldier, he could stay awake for five days straight.”

“Are you not his brother?”

“Yes, but we are not biologically related to each other,” Curtis responded. “Besides, I think I’m more tired than Theodore.”

Hearing that, Rayna hit him with a pillow.

Curtis got changed and washed up. He was about to leave when Rayna told him she would be paying Wyatt a visit at the hospital this afternoon. “Wyatt’s condition isn’t serious, so you should stay at the hotel,” he said.

“Then let Jessie go. She’s worried about Wyatt.”

Curtis’ expression turned grim along with his voice. “No need. She should stay at the hotel with you.”

Rayna nodded, but she was confused on the inside.

She had noticed Curtis’ reaction, and it seemed like he was upset at Jessica. Is he taking his anger out on Jessica as Wyatt took a bullet for her and got hurt?

A while later, Rayna got changed and moved back to the presidential suite that she originally stayed in.

After waking up, Jasmine was busy with work. Even though she was on vacation, she still had responsibilities. It was winter, and Carl had caught a cold, so she was worried about him.

As she was busy, Rayna didn’t disturb her and went to knock on Jessica’s door.

After resting for one night, Jessica still seemed despondent.

Rayna took Jessica to the restaurant and asked, “Do you want me to take you to the hospital to visit him later?”

Jessica tried to reassure her by shaking her head and forcing a smile. “I’m sure he’ll be fine with Mr. Faymon and Mr. Xavier. I don’t need to be there.”

“You don’t look happy.”

“No, of course not. I slept late last night.” Jessica tried to appear energetic so that Rayna wouldn’t worry about her. “I’m starving!

Where is our food? It should have been here by now.”

Rayna pursed her lips.

She knew Jessica had something weighing on her mind but was aware she wasn’t in the position to ask questions.

A while later, the waiter served their food. Besides what they ordered, there were also two bowls of mushroom soup. “This is our restaurant’s signature. Enjoy your meal, ladies.”

Rayna was baffled. “We didn’t order any soup. This must be a mistake.”

“No, it isn’t.” The waiter flashed a polite smile and explained, “You’re staying in the presidential suite, so these are free of charge.”

Jessica glanced at the waiter and said, “I’m glad it’s free. The presidential suite isn’t exactly cheap to stay in.”

Rayna didn’t take the matter to heart.

The mushroom soup was delicious, with the perfect consistency and not overly rich.

However, to Rayna, it didn’t taste like a dish prepared by a hotel chef. Instead, it seemed more like a home-cooked dish. Hmm, this is strange.

Rayna’s brows knitted together as she asked, “Do you think it tastes like it was prepared by a chef?”

“Huh, why? Is it not delicious?”

“No, it’s not that,” Rayna denied, shaking her head. “It doesn’t taste like it was made by a trained chef.”

“Are you sure?” Jessica took another sip and smacked her lips together. “It tastes the same to me! Maybe it was made by a well-

trained chef. Let’s see if we can find out who it is!”

Before Rayna could say anything, she waved to summon the waiter and asked to see the chef.

Soon, the waiter returned with a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, dressed in a chef’s uniform and hat. “This is the sous chef who prepared the soup.”

The sous chef claimed to be from Aploth and used to learn cooking from a mentor in Chanaea. He was good at making Jetroinian food and Chanaean food, especially soups.

Rayna’s doubts were quelled after she heard his explanation.

Rayna was sipping on her soup when she noticed a white camellia flower in the vase on their table. It appeared to have recently been picked, as it was delicate and fragrant.

“It’s a camellia...” The flower reminded her of Jefferson, for he was the only person she knew that was obsessed with camellias.

Is he here?

Rayna turned and glanced around the restaurant.

It was afternoon, so there weren’t many customers. A few waiters were walking around, serving them food or water.

Jessica also glanced around and asked, “Nana, what are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” Rayna replied and turned back.

She glanced at the delicate camellia and picked one to place in her palm. Strangely, she felt worried.

After Jefferson left the charity ball in a haste that day, she hadn’t met him again for the next few months. Even though he appeared on the cruise ship two days ago, he acted weirdly and said nothing.

Did something happen?

The sous chef returned to the kitchen and spoke to the man who had been observing Rayna’s table outside for a long time. “Mr.

Hamilton, I did as you asked. Ms. Garland didn’t seem to suspect anything.”

Jefferson pulled out some money to give him. Flashing a warm smile, he said, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” the sous chef replied hastily as he accepted the money.

After Jefferson left through the employee’s lane, a few kitchen helpers came over and asked in Jetroinian, “That man was weird.

Why did he hide the fact that he cooked soup for his girlfriend?”

“I don’t understand either,” the sous chef replied. He remembered that earlier, while preparing the soup, Jefferson kept bending over to cough into his handkerchief. It appeared that he was coughing up blood.

I don’t understand. If he’s not feeling well, why didn’t he take a break and let someone else prepare the soup for that woman?

And why didn’t he want her to know that he was the one who cooked it for her?

Wyatt’s gunshot wound was not serious, and with the best medical treatment, it healed quickly. The following day, he appeared to be in good health.

He wanted to get discharged but was stopped by Curtis.

Curtis insisted that Wyatt stay a few more days in the hospital. The doctor came every day to check on him, and Curtis and Theodore took turns staying with him. It was unbearable for Wyatt.