Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 I Need You
In the end, she bought the tickets for the ship. Even though the journey by sea took more time, the ship would sail directly for Frosa. She had taken into consideration Jefferson’s condition and the high probability of them being tracked by Curtis if they were to fly.
Over the last two days, the emotionless Jefferson barely said a word as he allowed her to lead him around. Rayna’s heart ached in sympathy because she felt she was guiding an empty shell of a man.
Once they settled into the ship, Rayna prepared a cup of warm water and handed it to him along with his medication.
When he took them without a word, Rayna couldn’t stand it any longer. “Jefferson, it pains me to see you this way. Whatever it is, tell me instead of keeping it to yourself.”
She hated it when he behaved like he was already a dead man.
Jefferson glanced out the window, taking in the expansive blue sky and the glistening tips of the ocean waves.
A short while later, he replied softly, “Don’t go looking for the lab. Take me sightseeing instead. I’m well aware of my own condition, and going to the lab isn’t going to make a difference.”
Despite taking his medication a moment ago, he began to cough uncontrollably until his hands were covered in blood.
Rayna, eyes burning, frantically wiped his hands with a paper towel. “I’m sure it will work. Who knows, they might already have completed their research by the time we arrive.”
Holding his hand tightly, Rayna pleaded, “You’re only in your twenties. How can you resign yourself to death? At the very least, stay alive for my sake. I want you to find happiness.”
Jefferson gave her face a gentle stroke.
Such soft and tender cheeks. She looks the same as when we first met. In fact, she didn’t seem to have changed at all. And now, she has grown very confident and can face adversities without my protection. Curtis is right to say that I have underestimated her. She can no longer be restrained anymore.
“I was wrong to be crippled by my fear,” Jefferson murmured. “I was worried that my brother would attack you but learned that you were more courageous than I thought and was capable of protecting yourself.”
Instead of guiding her properly, he pushed her away causing them to lose each other.
Rayna shook her head. “No, you have always been protecting me. You’re the reason why I am unharmed. I still need you now, just like in the past.”
“But my days are numbered.”
Rayna—with a firm yet sorrowful look in her eyes—shushed him with a finger on his lips. “You’ll live a long life. Once you recover, take me skiing, all right? Didn’t you promise to teach me how to ski?”
Jefferson couldn’t help but smile.
He wasn’t under the illusion that Rayna broke up with Curtis because of any love she had for him. He was well aware that she sympathized with him due to his impending death.
Consequently, she was just trying to comfort him.
Jefferson held her hands tightly. “All right. I’ll teach you how to ski once I’ve recovered. Moreover, let’s go traveling and see the most beautiful sceneries across the world.”
Wearing a teary-eyed smile, Rayna gave him a forceful nod. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Thereafter, Jefferson’s mood visibly improved as he began chatting with Rayna. It was only then that the latter’s concerns were finally eased.
At noon, Rayna brought Jefferson to the restaurant for lunch.
Even though Chanaean food was served on board, it was barely cooked through and even had a stench to it, as the chef wasn’t Chanaean.
Rayna couldn’t stand it anymore after having a few mouthfuls. When her stomach began to churn, she attempted to rush to the restroom. Nevertheless, she was unable to make it in time, so she turned her head and puked into the garbage bin instead.
With an anxious expression, Jefferson came over to stroke her back. “Are you all right?”
Rayna shook her head. “I’m fine. I just can’t get used to the food on the ship.”
Jefferson poured a glass of water for her at once. When she had finally recovered, he summoned the waiter and whispered something into the latter’s ear.
Noticing what was going on, Rayna asked, “What did you tell him?”
“I got him to prepare lunch again.”
“It’s fine. I’ll eat something else instead.”
However, Jefferson insisted, “No, we’ll have to change the food if you’re not used to it. Otherwise, it will be bad for your stomach.”
Rayna had no choice but to let him have his way.
Ten minutes later, the waiter came back with another Chanaean meal.
Rayna wasn’t sure if a different chef had prepared it, but the food no longer smelled and was spicy enough for her taste. As a result, she wolfed it down in no time.
Once they were done with lunch, Jefferson handed the waiter his card.
However, the waiter returned it after twice failing to swipe it. “Sir, your card isn’t working.”
“Give it another try.” Jefferson’s brows furrowed slightly. “I use it very often.”
Unfortunately, the waiter came back when it still didn’t work.
“Here, take mine.” Rayna handed her card over as she teased Jefferson, “You might have used it too many times and forgot that you emptied the account.”
Jefferson replied with certainty, “That can’t be. There are at least tens of millions inside.”
Rayna was bereft of words.
Upon leaving the restaurant, Jefferson insisted on using the phone on the ship. A gloomy expression descended upon his face when he was informed of something over the phone.
After hanging up, he informed Rayna, “All my cards have been frozen.”
“Is this your brother’s doing?”
“Other than him, I can’t think of anyone else capable of doing so.” Jefferson attempted to make another call. “I’ll get Ringo to come over.”
However, Rayna held his hand back. “It’s tiring for him to go through such a hassle. Why don’t you call him when you reach Frosa instead? Besides, we can still use my card.”
She then dragged Jefferson away. “All right now, it’s time for you to go back to your room and rest.”
Jefferson had no choice but to comply.
After she had painstakingly returned him to his room and watched him fall asleep, Rayna trod out softly and walked to the ship’s deck where the wind pounded on her cheeks.
Despite the painful sensation she felt, Rayna felt invigorated by it.
As she stared out at the deep blue sea, her mind began to wander. Does Arnaud know where we are? I wonder how Curtis is back in Norwal City. Is James taking good care of him?
Other than Jefferson’s sickness, her second biggest fear was Arnaud telling Curtis about the matter.
Therefore, she hoped that her arrangements didn’t come too late.
Despite her detailed planning and securing James and Cillian’s help, little did she expect Arnaud to have already sent the information to the Faymon residence before she even kick-started her plan.
Meanwhile, at the Faymon residence, Alfred fell into a long silence after reading the anonymous letter.
Although he was aware that such letters usually come with insidious motives, he still couldn’t stop the surge of emotions within him when he learned that his daughter-in-law was still alive.
After a long while, he gave the number on the letter a call.
“Hello, who is it?” When the call quickly connected, the gentle and familiar voice almost brought tears to Alfred’s eyes.
“Xandra?” he asked in a quivering voice. “Is it really you, Xandra?”
A brief silence was followed by the sounds of a woman’s repressed sobs. “Dad…”
Alfred’s lips began to tremble. “Xandra, you’re still alive!”
As Alfred’s health was deteriorating and stopped him from going out, he even obtained Sandy’s permission after much persuasion to have the butler bring her over. He was dying to meet his dear girl.
Waiting anxiously in the living room, he finally heard the faint roar of an engine twenty minutes later. Only then did he rush out of the house excitedly.
From afar, he could see the butler leading a woman who was dressed in a black jacket. Even though he couldn’t recognize her face, he couldn’t deny the familiarity of her eyes.
At the sight of Alfred, Sandy pursed her lips in silence.
When both of them were finally standing face to face, Sandy’s shoulders began to bob while tears gradually streamed down her face. The sympathetic Alfred pulled her into his embrace. “Xandra, I know how tough things have been…”