Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel 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.