Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 190

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 190 Disallowed To Have Designs On My Woman
“Let go of me, Jefferson. I’m about to suffocate!” Rayna tried shoving Jefferson away.
Jefferson only released his hold on her after hugging her tightly for a long while. Rayna immediately backed away and eyed him warily.
Her guardedness had disappointment flooding Jefferson. But this also proves that the hurt I inflicted upon her is etched into her, and she can never forget me. Following that thought, a gratified grin appeared on his face.
Then, he urged, “Listen to me and sever all ties with Curtis as soon as possible, for he isn’t a good man. Just tell me whatever you want. Even if you want to establish your own company, I can help you.”
“The two of you are more or less the same, cut from the same cloth,” Rayna scoffed coldly.
We’ve broken up years ago, but he appeared out of the blue and put up this whole charade to garner sympathy!
“You don’t understand.” Jefferson wanted to say something further, but he gave up in the end, merely asking, “You still plan on helping him?”
“I owe him that much.”
Jefferson pinned his gaze on Rayna. A long moment later, he chuckled. “How brilliant of Curtis! It turns out that he had long since known the importance of a woman’s pity and sympathy.”
Rayna’s brows furrowed, for she didn’t quite understand his meaning. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
It’s okay if she wants to help him. Anyway, Faymon Group won’t be able to hold out for long. Sooner or later, the truth will come to light. No other man is allowed to have designs on my woman!
When the two of them left the manor and returned to the hotel, Jefferson locked himself in the bedroom, seemingly having some business to settle. Rayna didn’t know where to go, so she did the same and went back to her bedroom.
The instant she tapped open WhatsApp, countless unread messages popped out.
Most of them were from Kristie.
Ever since she started dating James, she shamelessly added Rayna and texted her a greeting every single day. That aside, she would send food over to Faymon Group for Rayna from time to time, determined to get in the latter’s good books.
Slowly, Rayna’s heart softened and stopped treating her harshly.
In truth, her hands were also tied, for she couldn’t break the couple up when even Linda had given them her blessings.
That day, Rayna replied to Kristie’s message for the very first time. In other words, she was acknowledging Kristie as her soon-to-be sister-in-law.
Before she could exit the conversation, a flurry of messages came from Kristie.
Kristie: You’ve finally answered me, Rayna! It’s bad! While you’ve been on a business trip, Ms. Sanders seized the opportunity to seduce Curt. The two of them have gone to the airport today to go on a honeymoon! Curt has even turned off his phone. How despicable! Don’t panic, Rayna. I’ve got someone following them. I’ll never allow them to do anything!
Messages bombarded her phone, giving her no respite.
She was amused at first, but when she saw the word “honeymoon,” an indescribable emotion swept over her.
Isn’t their engagement just for the sake of collaboration? Why are they going on a honeymoon?
Sheer disappointment deluged her.
At some indeterminate point in time, she had begun thinking of Curtis every so often. She would think of his smile, his intimidating countenance, how protective he was of her, and how silly he looked when he was drunk.
Perhaps he wasn’t perfect with his aloofness that rendered him somewhat unapproachable, but she could also see the gentle side of him. He valued his family, but he wouldn’t side with them blindly. At the same time, he would protect those he cared for from being picked on by others.
Moreover, it was thanks to his nurturing that she successfully made the leap to a qualified leader from her initial position as an interpreter so quickly. No one else could have taught her the things he did.
Unfortunately, it seemed that they weren’t destined to be together.
In a bad mood, Rayna tapped open Instagram instead. No sooner had she done so than she saw intimate pictures of Jessica and Wyatt as well as posts of Kristie showing off the lunch that James prepared for her.
Feeling even more irate, she blocked them on Instagram.
At half past six in the evening, Jefferson knocked on Rayna’s door. He was dressed in a black suit, looking all dapper.
“Change into a gown. We’re going out.”
Thus, Rayna changed into a black gown they bought at the shop earlier, with spaghetti straps and a slit at the side. She then wanted to ask him where they were going, planning to make a quick stop at a salon to have her hair done if they were going somewhere resplendent.
To her surprise, the man had engaged the services of a styling team.
Seven or eight people surrounded her, doing her hair, giving her a manicure, and matching her accessories with her gown. In a mere hour, they transformed her into a celebrity poised to attend a high-society function.
As Rayna gazed at herself in the mirror, she suddenly understood why celebrities wanted their own styling teams.
Whoa! I’m breathtakingly stunning!
Even Jefferson was bowled over when she stepped out of the room.
When they were in the car on the way to the hotel, Jefferson briefly explained to Rayna that they would be attending a charity dinner held by a wealthy man in Hallsbay that night. There would be a lot of guests, so it would be very lively.
Rayna bobbed her head in understanding before inquiring, “So, we’re going to join in the fun?”
Jefferson leaned over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his breath warm against her cheek. “Yeah. It’s our last day, after all. I hope to make some wonderful memories.”
“Please stop invading my personal space.” Leaning backward in discomfiture, Rayna coughed to mask her embarrassment. Subsequently, she changed the subject. “Don’t forget your promise.”
At that, the smile in Jefferson’s eyes gradually faded.
He grunted in acknowledgment.
Twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop before the entrance of a hotel known as Charston Hotel.
A soft and vivid red carpet was spread out below the stairs. Both sides of the red carpet were crowded with various media outlets, relentlessly snapping away at those who stepped onto the red carpet, the flashing lights glaring.
Having been through countless trials and tribulations, Rayna had long since grown accustomed to the cameras. With a hand on Jefferson’s arm, she walked down the red carpet graciously and headed straight to the banquet hall on the third floor.
“Mr. Hamilton.”
The instant they entered the magnificent banquet hall, someone who appeared to be around forty-five years old came up to them. He greeted Jefferson with a wide smile.
In return, Jefferson inclined his head a fraction. “Mr. Nicholson.”
With his hand resting against Rayna’s waist, he made the introductions, declaring, “This is my girlfriend, Rayna Garland.”
“What a beautiful lady!” Noel Nicholson held his hand out.
Seeing that, Rayna hurriedly extended her hand and shook the man’s hand gracefully with a smile on her face. Inwardly, however, she was wholly shocked.
She recognized the man, for he often appeared in military magazines and was quite renowned. I didn’t expect Jefferson to be acquainted with such a person when he has only been in Chanaea for a few months!
Thereafter, many more people came up to Jefferson and chatted with him.
Smiling faintly, Jefferson introduced Rayna to them all. They treated her the same as he did, and some even seemed to know her.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’re the acting CEO of Faymon Group, yes, Ms. Garland?”
“Yes.”
Hearing that answer, a smirk curved the woman’s lips. “Why are you helping someone else when you’re Mr. Hamilton’s girlfriend? It’s easy for others to misunderstand that there’s something going on between you and Mr. Faymon.”
Her words were sharp, hitting right where it hurt.
For a moment, Rayna was struck dumb, not quite sure how to respond to that.
Contrarily, Jefferson smiled at the woman amicably. “My girlfriend is eager to learn. She felt that there must be something special about Faymon Group that it managed to achieve its scale today, so she wanted to emulate it. And indeed, Faymon Group is also appreciative of such people.”
The woman nodded slightly. “Ah, is that so? But there are so many problems with Faymon Group, and it’s even on the verge of bankruptcy. What’s the point of staying there, Ms. Garland?”
This time, Rayna could no longer hold her tongue.
She could tell that the woman was flattering Jefferson by snubbing her. Her ruby lips turned up. “It hasn’t declared bankruptcy yet, no? Rest assured that even if Faymon Group makes a comeback, it’ll never forge a collaboration with you.”
In a flash, the woman’s expression changed.
Rayna’s voice turned even icier. “The same goes for the man beside me.”
Even then, Jefferson remained smiling. “Whatever you say.”