Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662

Rayna tugged at the comer of his shirt and pleaded. “Please? Let me come with you.”

She looked so pitiful that Curtis' heart softened. He eventually found himself relenting and permitting her to accompany them on their journey.

Rayna could finally relax. “By the way, what did Mr. Yeast tell you earlier?” she asked as she munched on a piece of pancake Curtis gave her.

Curtis stopped mid-motion as he was about to place a plate of spaghetti on the coffee table. He quickly came up with a different excuse. “Oh, it was just a small matter at work. Nothing significant.”

“Oh, I see,” came Rayna's reply.

Rayna and Curtis had a simple yet satisfying dinner at the hotel after then two-hour hike, which had been incredibly tiling. After the meal, Rayna was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes open. She curled up on the couch and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

After Curtis cleared the mess on the table, he carried Rayna up from the couch and walked into the bathroom.

It was a rainy night in Norwal City.

A man in a khaki coat emerged from his black sports car parked in the three hundred square meters wide courtyard of Windshadow Mansion. He strode toward the entrance and went inside the mansion.

“Oh? You're finally back home, huh?” Inside the mansion. Octavia stood on the stairs lazily. Clad in a red silk nightgown, she teased, “I thought you won't be home tonight!”

The man shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the couch. Giving her a cold look, he asked. “Who let you in?”

“Do I even need help getting into a house like yours?” Octavia asked. She then removed the dangling earrings from her ear lobes and tossed them to the man standing on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you were going to leave Yartran to come to Nonval City. I thought you were in a bad mood as your hand got hurt and wanted to relax for a bit.”

Her eyes sparkled seductively as she made her way down the stabs to stand in front of the man. Her long, slender fingers brushed across the man's chest. “How could you lie to me. Thibault? Don't you feel bad?”

Thibault slapped her hand that was hailing over his body awray. He unbuttoned his shirt and marched to the wine cabinet. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning his throat. Slamming the glass onto the cabinet, he spun around, his eyes blazing. “When did you get here?” he demanded.

“The night before you followed them to Shvomhid Mountain,” came Octavia's answer. She rubbed her hand that Thibault had roughly slapped awray. A noticeable red mark was visible on the back of her hand.

“Move out now!” Without looking at her. Thibault gave a curt order. “Either you move out yourself, or I kick you out. Make your choice!”

“Hey!” Octavia had no idea Thibault would do this to her. Furious, she watched as he climbed up the stairs and declared, “I did everything you told me to! I don't care what you think. You're in Nonval City, and I'm going to be here for the time being. I won't move into a hotel. We're in tliis together, so you can't shake me off so easily!”

Thibault paused with his hand on the doorknob, hesitating before pushing the door open. He then slammed it shut with such force that Octavia jolted in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her breath, “Why did he get so angry? He chose to leave Yartran to come to Nonval City. No one kicked him out.”