Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 305

Chapter 305 Empty In The Head

Curtis then handed another document to Yamazaki and said, “This is Daiwa Corporation’s letter of engagement. From now on, you’ll be managing this business. My assistant will be coming every season to check on it.”

“I…” Yamazaki blurted out, confused.

Curtis continued, “I’m not asking you to manage it for free. You’ll need to keep an eye on someone for me. The eldest son of Yartran’s Terblanc family is the one I want you to keep track of. His men and his business aren’t allowed into Jetroina.”

In an instant, Yamazaki’s face fell.

He had heard of the Terblanc family, and he knew they were not people he should be crossing either. Both the Terblancs and Curtis were ruthless people, and Curtis was forcing him to pick a side.

After a moment of contemplation, Yamazaki steeled himself and said, “I’ll deal with it to the best of my ability.”

At the very least, he had interacted with Curtis. The man was fine, and he was reasonable. On the other hand, he had never interacted with the Terblancs. Who would know what kind of people they were?

Gabriel then walked over with a tray. “Mr. Yamazaki, Mr. Faymon, you must be thirsty, right? Please help yourself to these.”

Curtis took the glass from the tray. Just as he was about to drink from it, he caught a whiff of a sweet scent. Something was amiss. “Is this mineral water?”

“Huh? Mr. Faymon, is there something wrong with it?” Gabriel asked in a confused voice.

Nevertheless, Curtis relaxed when he thought about how Gabriel was the one who filled the glass. Curtis could feel his throat burning when he drank half a glass. Soon, that burning sensation grew, and even his stomach was starting to feel hot.

Frowning, Curtis turned to Gabriel before gloomily repeating, “Are you sure you gave me mineral water?”

“I wasn’t the one who filled the glass.” Gabriel realized something was up when he noticed the tinge of red by the corners of Curtis’ eyes. He then waved in the direction of the reception area and said, “A lady brought it in. I… I just brought the tray over here.”

Then, carefully studying Curtis, he asked, “Mr. Faymon, is it really not mineral water?”

“You idiot!” Curtis cussed, feeling the world spin around him. “Is the inside of your head empty? Don’t you know to try it before giving it to me?”

Yamazaki could not understand the Chanaean they spoke.

Nonetheless, he could figure out that Curtis was scolding his assistant. After a glance at the glass in Curtis’ hand, he said, “Don’t be angry, Mr. Faymon. This is specially blended vodka that takes a while to kick in but is smooth on the way down the throat. Is one glass not enough? Would you like me to send another glass in for you?”

Hearing that, Gabriel inhaled sharply and stammered, “S-Specially blended…”

“Vodka,” Yamazaki completed his sentence for him in a proud manner. “I spent three million to poach this bartender from another place. He’s a fantastic bartender, and his specially blended vodka is so popular every patron in the club will order one when they come.”

At that moment, Curtis swayed despite holding himself upright with the cue stick.

Yamazaki moved over to support him, but Gabriel was quicker with his dashing. With a smile that looked more like a grimace, Gabriel said, “Since we’re done settling this matter, I’ll be bringing Mr. Faymon back first.”

“Is Mr. Faymon drunk?” Yamazaki asked as he glanced at Curtis again. “It was just a glass of vodka. Isn’t Mr. Faymon too much of a lightweight? Aren’t you people all about wine and business? How does Mr. Faymon engage in business deals if he doesn’t drink?”

Gabriel stuttered, “This, um, it’s a special case for Mr. Faymon.”

“What do you mean?”

Realizing that Curtis was deteriorating, Gabriel hastily cut the conversation short and brought Curtis away.

Yamazaki watched them leave, stroking his chin and muttering under his breath, “He’s drunk, right?”

Meanwhile, after getting Curtis into the cab, Gabriel told the driver the address of the hotel.

Then, Gabriel opened a bottle of mineral water, but this time, he took a sip from it before giving it to Curtis. “Mr. Faymon, have some water. This really is mineral water, and I’ve already tested it.”

This is doomsday. My boss just drank vodka!

Curtis did not reject the drink and drank a few mouthfuls of water after taking the bottle. Then, he turned around to look at Gabriel.

Alarm bells went off in Gabriel’s head when he saw the tender look in Curtis’ eyes.

Hesitantly, he prompted, “Mr. Faymon?”

Curtis remained silent as he looked at him for a while longer. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Curtis’ stare made chills run down Gabriel’s spine. Right as Gabriel was wondering what he should say to Curtis, he heard the other man say, “Mom.”

Gabriel’s jaw nearly dropped.

Okay. Mr. Faymon’s definitely drunk.

“I’m really such an idiot!” Gabriel slapped himself. “I can’t believe I said I was going to keep a close eye on Mr. Faymon and make sure he stays away from alcohol, only to mess this up!”

“Mom, why are you slapping yourself?” Curtis looked at him curiously.

“My face is itchy, so I was scratching it.” It was not the first time Gabriel had been called “Mom,” so he soon recomposed himself. “Sit tight. We’re going back to Ms. Garland now.”

“It’s Mrs. Faymon,” Curtis said in a soft voice. Though the look in his eyes was a dark one, he seemed out of it and not at all frightening. “That’s my wife.”

Gabriel waved his hands dismissively, not wanting to be stubborn on the topic. “All right, all right. We’ll go back and look for Mrs. Faymon.”

My god!

By the time the cab reached the hotel, it was already half past five in the morning, and the sky was starting to brighten up.

Gabriel led the dazed Curtis into the elevator before rushing toward the presidential suite that Rayna was in. After pressing on the doorbell, the door soon opened.

Rayna was in her sleepwear, and her sleepiness was written across her face.

Nevertheless, she sobered up quite a lot when she realized that it was Gabriel and Curtis by the doorway. Immediately, she asked Curtis, “Didn’t you say that you were only coming back in the afternoon? Are you done dealing with the matters?”

“Mhm.” Curtis nodded, the gaze he had on her exceptionally gentle and meek. “Good morning, Sweetheart.”

“Oh, good morning,” Rayna answered. It took her a few seconds before she realized that there was something amiss about him. After a glance at him, she shifted her gaze to Gabriel.

Gabriel clapped his hands together and solemnly said, “Mr. Faymon has drunk specially blended vodka. Mrs. Faymon, I think you know what’s going on now… My apologies for the trouble, but please take care of him. I’ll take my leave to deal with other matters.”

Once those words were out of his mouth, he fled, fearing that Rayna would stop him.

“That’s strange. When did Mr. Tylinski come?” Rayna mumbled under her breath.

Furthermore, she had witnessed how silly Curtis could become after drinking spirits several times by now, and Curtis was still calm. She could not figure out why Gabriel had fled as if he had seen a beast.

“Sweetheart.” Curtis hugged Rayna and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

His heavy body nearly took the air out of her lungs, and in less than three seconds, she held him further away from her and grimly said, “Don’t you know how heavy you are? Which room are you guys in?”

Curtis pointed at the room next door.

“Your card?”

Curtis rummaged through his pocket and fished out a keycard for her.

Rayna then walked in the front while Curtis followed her. When he saw her flat stomach, he tilted his head to the side and asked, “Sweetheart, have you given birth to the baby?”

“Baby, my foot! I wasn’t pregnant in the first place,” Rayna hissed.

I’ve already explained to him so many times by now, but he’s still stubbornly thinking that I’m pregnant! Ugh!

Curtis paled. “You aborted the baby?”

Rayna sucked in a deep breath to hold back her temper.

After getting Curtis into the room, she softly said, “Go and have a good night’s sleep. We’ll talk when you wake up, okay?”

However, Curtis pulled her into the room and hoarsely said, “I want you to keep me company.”

“No, I have to go back.”

“The door’s closed. Did you even bring your keycard, Sweetheart?” Curtis leaned closer to her and held her hand up to his lips to kiss it. The air he breathed onto the back of her hand was warm.

“I can press the doorbell,” Rayna said as she struggled away from him, but in the next second, a tender kiss landed on her lips.

He did it again and again.

Embraced by the man, Rayna found her mind clouding up. In her daze, she glanced at Curtis, still getting the feeling something was wrong.

She asked, “Curtis, are you really drunk? You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“Mhm.”

Rayna was silent.

He’s quite meek when he’s drunk. I don’t remember him being this aggressive.