Chapter 81: Chapter 81

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 81 A Job For Men Unfortunately for Cillian, the spot he was standing allowed him to see Curtis poking his head out of the car window. At the sight of the latter’s stony expression and gaze, he shuddered. “Hi, Mr. Faymon!”

Curtis merely let out a grunt in acknowledgment. “Once you’re done talking, get into the car. It’s going to rain soon.”

Rayna looked at the sky and muttered under her breath, “The weather is splendid! Why would it rain?” Still, she stopped chatting with Cillian and put the box into the trunk.

Cillian then got into the car as well.

However, he scratched his head in bewilderment as he glanced at the jeep ahead. Why did Mr. Faymon talk in that tone? Is he in a bad mood?

As those eight jeeps drove past, they stirred up a thick cloud of dust from the ground. All of a sudden, the sunny weather disappeared, and the heavy rain poured.

Rayna was dumbstruck when she saw the rain droplets blurring the car’s windows. Uncle Curtis was right!

However, the rain did not last long as it stopped pouring at around half past five that evening. Despite that, the sky was still gloomy. By then, the jeeps had successfully gone past the mountain and arrived at another spot.

Upon getting out of the car, Rayna realized their surroundings were filled with shrubs taller than her. We’re surrounded by mountains. If it weren’t for the dirt road, I would’ve thought that we’d ended up in a primeval forest.

They seemed to have stopped on top of a slope. When she looked down along the dirt road, she could faintly see a village covered by plants. It seemed like the greenery had the buildings fully encircled.

“Cillian,” Curtis called out in a deep voice.

Like a monkey, Cillian rushed toward Curtis and asked, “How may I help you, Mr. Faymon?”

“Tell everyone to have a rest here and wait for the next instruction.” Curtis then looked up into the sky. The sky isn’t completely dark yet, so we still can’t make our move.

Before Cillian could say a word in response, Rayna piped up, “I’ll scout out the area first, Mr. Faymon. I know you want all of us to move in together after nightfall. However, you seem to have forgotten about something.”

Pointing at Cillian and the rest, she continued, “They’re filled with murderous intent, making them look nothing like commoners.

Hence, they’ll scare the villagers. Everything’s going to fall apart before we can negotiate with them.”

Curtis mulled over it and questioned, “What do you have in mind, then?”

He had always been a decisive man. Since he brought Rayna, who knew Uronian, along, he naturally would want to get the negotiation done as soon as possible. Now that Rayna is offering an alternative, I’ll go along with it as long as it’s a good idea.

With a faint smile on her lips, Rayna took out the box she told Cillian to bring along from the jeep’s trunk. It was filled with clothing typically worn by the villagers and a makeup kit.

She then mixed a huge amount of liquid foundation with some dye before applying the mixture to her body. Soon, her porcelain white skin turned dark brown right before their eyes.

Cillian scratched his head and asked curiously, “Ms. Garland, what are you doing? Your fair skin is beautiful. Why did you make yourself look so tan?”

Curtis shot him a sidelong glance, shutting him up immediately.

Rayna tightened her belt and asked, “I look good, right?” After all, she was very impressed by her own makeup skills. “If I were to discuss with them now, everything’s going to be all right.”

After putting on the local attire and makeup on her face, she looked like a villager. Her eyes were so bright that they seemed like a pair of pearls shining brightly under the sun when she smiled.

Curtis gazed at her. It was then he finally figured out something that had been puzzling him. Although Rayna isn’t as pretty as Kristie, I always found her attractive. It turns out it’s because of her eyes. Her eyes always look so bright and determined, regardless of the situation she’s facing.

“Oh! You dressed up to fit in with the villagers, Ms. Garland!” The motive behind Rayna’s actions dawned on Cillian immediately.

“Let me keep you company, then. Not only are you a lady, but you also don’t know how to fight. You might end up getting bullied.”

While speaking, he flipped through the box and found a set of male clothing. Just as he wanted to get changed, he heard coughs from beside him.

Cillian then lifted his head to look at Curtis and asked, “Do you have a sore throat, Mr. Faymon? I have some lozenges in the car.”

Curtis was rendered speechless.

After a few seconds, he took the clothes from Cillian and uttered flatly, “Stay here and take care of the rest. I’ll accompany Ms.

Garland. The smell of blood on your body is too strong. If you go with Ms. Garland, you’ll surely scare people off.”

“What? Is it?” Cillian took a whiff of his shirt and felt a little aggrieved. I don’t smell blood, though.

Rayna initially planned to go alone, so she was befuddled when Cillian and Curtis wanted to tag along. “Mr. Faymon, I’ll go alone. A matter as trifle as this shouldn’t trouble you—”

“If I thought this was troublesome, I wouldn’t have come personally,” Curtis interrupted her.

The local male villagers’ clothing was relatively revealing. To change into it, he had to take off his shirt. Rayna watched as he undid the buttons of his shirt with his fingers. Soon, his sexy and seductive collarbone was revealed.

As he was unbuttoning, he suddenly stopped and rested his fingers on the fourth button to glance at her.

At that point, Rayna was still staring at Curtis’ collarbone, thinking that she could see more of him. After their gazes met, she smiled awkwardly and turned around.

Soon, Curtis was done changing. Due to his excellent body proportions, the attire made of woven fabric looked like it belonged to an internationally renowned brand when he wore it. His eyes were downcast, and the muscles on his arms were well-defined.

Rayna applied the liquid foundation mixture on Curtis’ body to make his skin tan. Afterward, she took out the contour palette, but he was too tall that she could not reach his face. “Mr. Faymon, I need to apply makeup to your face.”

Hearing that, Curtis furrowed his brows, and his expression turned grim. “Must you?”

“I must.” Rayna nodded. “If I don’t, the villagers will notice it. Perhaps you can do it yourself.” With that, she gave him the contour palette and told him which shade to use first.

Curtis only cared about all sorts of data, so he had never seen a contour palette before, let alone using one. Scowling, he stood still and stared at it for a long while. In the end, he had no choice but to bend forward.

When he lowered his head, Rayna’s face was only a few centimeters away from his.

“Go on,” he said.

She froze momentarily before picking up a brush to help him contour his face. They were so near to each other that she could feel his breaths on her face as well as count the strands of eyelashes he had.

Once she was done contouring his face, Curtis looked almost like a local villager. However, the regal bearing he possessed was unmistakable. At one glance, one could tell that he came from a wealthy family.

Obviously, Rayna could not do anything to fix that. She gathered some necessities before heading out with Curtis.

The dirt road was narrow and surrounded by shrubs. As they walked, they had to use a sickle to cut down the shrubs. Rayna brought one along, planning to open up a path for both of them.

Seeing that, Curtis took the sickle from her and said, “This is a job for a man.”

Rayna complied and followed behind him closely.

Occasionally, she would lift her head to watch Curtis swing his arm to cut the shrubs in the way. His broad shoulders make me feel like I don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m with him. We haven’t known each other for a long time, but I’ve seen many sides of him. So far, I know he’s a workaholic and a picky eater. Since he’s a CEO, I’ve always assumed that he’d be high and mighty, someone who’s detached from reality. Yet, this elegant man is now dressed in woven clothing and holding a sickle.

Although he looks like a villager, it doesn’t seem weird at all!

As those thoughts raced inside her head, Rayna could not help but let out a chuckle.

Curtis turned around to shoot her a glance. “What’s so funny, Ms. Garland?”

Shaking her head in response, she asked curiously, “Mr. Faymon, you have so many capable subordinates. Why didn’t you just ask them to do this? Besides, a collaboration of one billion shouldn’t be anything major in your eyes. You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

Rayna knew Curtis was more focused on the foreign market. Back then, he hired quite a few capable employees. It was thanks to them that the Norham branch was established so quickly.

Yet, Rayna rarely saw Curtis even though she had been working for Faymon Group for many years. In fact, she never saw any of those elite subordinates return.