Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 314

Chapter 314 It Is Just A Nightmare

After leaving the club, Curtis didn’t return to the hotel with Theodore and the rest. Instead, he brought Rayna to a private car by the roadside, seemingly wanting to go somewhere else.

Rayna glanced outside the window, unsure of where they were going. “Why aren’t we going back to the hotel? Are you hungry?” she asked Curtis.

“I am quite hungry,” Curtis replied in a deep voice.

Rayna wasn’t innocent. Her cheeks immediately flushed red when she caught on to the meaning behind his words. She punched him lightly. We’re lucky that the chauffeur doesn’t understand Chanaean!

The car left the city quickly. The chauffeur followed the direction on the GPS and drove all the way to a resort.

The resort had a modest yet graceful Jetroinian architectural style. A thin layer of snow covered the rooftops and trees, making the entire place look surreal.

“It’s beautiful!” Rayna was completely in awe of the gorgeous scenery before her eyes. She watched the warm breath she exhaled disappear into thin air. “It’s like I’m in a fairy tale world!”

Curtis walked to her side and chuckled softly. “The snow wasn’t heavy today, so it didn’t pile up. I requested someone to create some snow manually to show you this magnificent scenery.”

Rayna turned around to look at him. “There I was wondering why the snow is so thick! It’s actually manmade snow, huh?”

“Anything to fulfill your wish to build a snowman, Mrs. Faymon,” Curtis said as he helped her put on a scarf. “I’ve booked the entire place for today. You can stay in whichever room you prefer and have fun wherever you please.”

“It’s expensive, isn’t it?” Rayna could feel her heart ache. It must cost a fortune to book the entire resort and hire someone to create the synthetic snow.

“It’s all right. It’s just three hundred thousand per night.”

Rayna gasped in astonishment.

After a few seconds, she bent down to grab some snow while mumbling, “No. I must spend every second I have in this resort wisely. We can’t waste the money!”

“Mrs. Faymon, are you planning to build a palm-sized snowman with your hands?” Curtis passed her a snow shovel.

“I’m not…” Rayna dragged her last words as she formed a ball of snow in her hands while stepping backward.

“Hmm?”

In the next moment, she flashed a smirk and threw the snowball at him.

Curtis was caught off guard by Rayna’s sudden attack. The snowball hit his shoulder and his face. It was so icy that it sent shivers down his spine. Yet, the woman right across from him was giggling.

Swiftly, he chased after her while pretending to be angry. “You’ve gotten bolder now, huh, to throw a snowball at me?”

“Why didn’t you dodge it?” Of course, Rayna wouldn’t stand still to let him catch her. She started running on the snowy ground while grabbing more snow and making it into snowballs to throw at the man. She was having the time of her life.

Although Curtis had long legs, he didn’t dodge any of the snowballs and let them hit him. Occasionally, he would make some snowballs and throw them back at her, enjoying the snowball fight with her.

After engaging in a snowball fight for a while, Rayna was panting and drenched in sweat. With the snow shovel in her hands, she built a huge snowman with Curtis’ help and even wrapped her scarf around the snowman.

Rayna looked at the snowman that was about two meters tall. She was extremely satisfied and didn’t mind her hands being frozen by the chilly wind. “My wish to build a huge snowman finally came true!”

When she was studying abroad a few years ago, she had told Jefferson that she wanted to build a snowman if it started snowing in winter.

Jefferson agreed.

When Christmas was around the corner, it began snowing heavily in Yartran. Jefferson visited Rayna earlier and brought her out on a date, telling her they would build a snowman when the snow became heavier at night.

However, as soon as they exited the theater and wanted to go build a snowman, Jefferson received a call. Later, he sent her back to the university as he had something urgent to take care of.

Soon, that matter happened, and she sent him to jail.

Memories of the past filled her mind suddenly, causing her to space out at the thought. It wasn’t until she heard the cheerful Christmas carols that she finally regained her senses.

It turned out that it was already midnight, and it was Christmas.

Curtis held her hands in his to warm them up. Helplessly, yet dotingly, he said, “We had a snowball fight, and we built a snowman. It’s time to sleep now. We will catch a cold if we stand in the snow for too long.”

Rayna snapped out of her daze and looked at him. Although his expression was icy, his eyes were filled with warmth. She couldn’t help but stand on her tiptoes and kiss him.

“Hmm?” Curtis looked at her fixedly. “Did you do something wrong?”

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“Then why are you so passionate all of a sudden?” Curtis put on a stern expression. However, he couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly to her. “You were spacing out while staring at the snowman just now. Was there something on your mind?”

Rayna sighed. “I’m regretting my decision. I shouldn’t have promised to become your wife so soon. Think about it. I’m still young, but you’re already thirty years old.”

Curtis narrowed his eyes at her statement. “Are you complaining that I’m too old for you?”

Rayna nodded honestly. “A little.”

Curtis scooped her into his arms and walked toward the nearest mansion. “Let’s go inside. I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”

“You old perv!” Even though they were the only ones at the resort, Rayna still blushed upon hearing his remarks. She punched him and exclaimed, “I’ll make you sleep on the floor tonight!”

“That’s not nice. I like the bed,” Curtis replied smilingly.

His love for her was greater than she could ever imagine.

Around three in the morning, the snow gradually became heavier, forming a thick layer on the rooftop.

In the mansion, Rayna rested her head on Curtis’ arm and slept soundly. However, she was frowning.

She dreamed about Jefferson.

In the dream, Jefferson was walking toward her with a faint smile on his face, his eyes filled with a look as tender as when they first started dating. The only difference was the glint of hope in his eyes was no longer present.

Jefferson went to her and said he wanted to talk to her.

Before Rayna could ask him about his well-being, she saw his gray suit was covered in crimson red, and an intense stench of blood wafted into her nose.

He coughed violently, his palms filled with blood.

Rayna was worried sick and wanted to help him up, but he collapsed onto the ground while covered in blood, causing her to scream out of terror.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes while panting and saw the warm, yellow light above her head.

“What’s wrong?” Curtis jolted awake and pulled her into his arms after noticing how pale she looked. “It’s just a nightmare. I’m here.”

Rayna buried her face in his chest. She could still remember the dream vividly.

She had had a dream of Julian dying, and after that dream, Julian took a gunshot for her and died.

Now, she dreamed that Jefferson was dead.

Rayna didn’t dare to overthink it. She wrapped her arms around Curtis’ waist and said in a trembling voice, “I’m scared, Curtis.”

Curtis planted a kiss on her forehead. “It’s just a nightmare. Don’t overthink it.”

Was it really just a nightmare?

Rayna didn’t know how to explain it. All she could do was hug him tightly, as she felt secure only in his arms. Curtis caressed her hair and coaxed her gently.

Right then, the phone on the table lit up and began vibrating.

Curtis picked up the phone and answered it after glancing at the screen. He whispered, “What’s wrong, Theodore?”

“Wyatt’s father passed away.”

The room was already quiet. Rayna could hear Theodore’s voice clearly from the other end of the phone when she leaned against Curtis’ chest.

She raised her head in shock and held her breath.

“The ropes around the metal pipes on a truck weren’t tied properly, causing the pipes to fall. Mr. Lopez’s car was right behind the truck. The metal pipes pierced through the car window and stabbed his heart. He died on the spot.”