Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Why Are You So Fierce This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Rayna’s cheek still hurt, and she wasn’t sleepy, so she went to her car to retrieve her laptop and continued working.

If she hadn’t become the acting CEO, she wouldn’t know that a CEO would be this busy.

There were countless reports and data to read; meetings, cocktail receptions, and charity dinners to attend. Every day, she was pressed for time, and her schedule was full until the next year.

She could understand how hard Curtis had it.

After replying to a few emails, Rayna exhaled sharply and massaged her stiff neck.

Her gaze flitted to the man lying in bed. Suddenly, her chest felt heavy as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Half a month had passed since the accident happened. She solved Faymon Group’s crisis, but Curtis was still unconscious.

Is his condition that serious?

Rayna reached out to touch his cheek. The tip of her fingers had barely touched his warm skin when someone twisted the doorknob. She quickly retracted her hand.

“Ms. Garland, you’re still awake?” Jeremy came in and spotted the laptop on Rayna’s lap. “You’ve been busy at work during the day at Faymon Group, so you should rest at night.”

Rayna gave him a smile. “I’m not sleepy, so I’d rather do some work.”

Jeremy poured a glass of warm water and gave it to her. “You should go to bed. I don’t think Curtis wants to see you tire yourself out.”

“Thank you.”

Rayna was parched, so she gulped down half a glass of water and didn’t notice Jeremy’s expression.

After chatting with Jeremy briefly, Rayna felt a little sleepy and yawned a few times. She assumed it was because she was tired from work.

Jeremy told her to get some rest and left.

The VIP ward was as well-equipped as a comfy room in a luxurious house. There was also an additional bed for the patient’s friends or family to stay the night. Rayna glanced at Curtis and merely shifted her chair closer to the bed.

She sprawled on the bed with her wounded cheek facing upward and closed her eyes to sleep.

I should stay beside him.

Ten minutes later, the door was pushed open to reveal Jeremy and Wyatt.

“Her cheek is injured. Will she suffer from any side effects after taking the sleeping drug?” Wyatt asked.

“I developed it myself, so it’s fine,” Jeremy told him.

Wyatt grunted in acknowledgment. He came into the ward to see Rayna sprawled by the bed. Chuckling, he commented, “This is funny. Why didn’t she sleep on the other bed? Is she that concerned about Curtis?”

“Just shut up, will you?” Jeremy snapped. “If you continue spouting nonsense, scram.”

Wyatt put on a wounded expression. “Jeremy, why are you so fierce? You don’t love me anymore.”

Jeremy snickered icily. “If I do love you, that isn’t normal. Hurry, prepare the drug!”

After Jeremy kicked him, Wyatt stopped joking around. He opened his briefcase to prepare the drug. A while later, he handed a tiny bottle to Jeremy.

Using a syringe, Jeremy extracted the drug from the bottle.

“Go move Ms. Garland…” Jeremy was about to ask Wyatt to move Rayna to the other bed as she was in his way, but he soon changed his mind. “Forget it.”

Curtis can see for himself how much she cared for him.

Soon, the drug was injected into Curtis’ arm.

Wyatt got busy discarding the syringe and bottles while Jeremy removed his gloves and waited patiently.

More than ten minutes later, Curtis still showed no signs of waking up.

Wyatt rubbed his jaw and asked, “Why is it taking that long? Has the drug reached its expiry date?”

Jeremy replied icily, “You can try taking half a month’s drug in one go.”

Wyatt said nothing.

Five minutes later, Curtis’ fingers moved, and he finally opened his eyes. Slowly, his eyes focused to see Jeremy and Wyatt standing beside his bed.

Wyatt waved at him and beamed. “Curtis, welcome back!”

Comprehension dawned on Curtis when he saw them both.

“It isn’t time yet, right?” His voice was hoarse having spent the past few weeks unconscious. Calmly, he asked, “Why did you give me the antidote?”

“I’m sorry, Curtis. Something cropped up, so I had no choice but to do this,” Jeremy explained.

The nerves in Curtis’ legs were damaged due to the drug, so he couldn’t move around. Jeremy wound the bed up and placed a pillow behind Curtis’ waist.

Curtis lifted his hand and came into contact with someone’s hair. It was an itchy sensation.

Lowering his head, he saw someone sprawled on the edge of his bed. There was a gnarly wound on the person’s cheek.

“This is Ms. Garland. She was worried about you and decided to spend the night at the hospital,” Jeremy explained when he saw Curtis staring at Rayna.

He then told Curtis everything that had happened since the accident—including Faymon Group’s crisis and the assassination that night.

The more he revealed, the darker Curtis’ expression became.

He had predicted everything and calculated every step since the accident, but he had no idea someone actually dared to kill him at the hospital.

After finishing his explanation, Jeremy added, “Curtis, I know you trust Rayna, but she has her limits. I don’t think you should leave Faymon Group to her. It is a big responsibility to shoulder.”

“I agree.” Wyatt glanced at Rayna and sighed. “Rayna got cut in the face to protect you. Don’t you feel bad for her, Curtis?”

Curtis lowered his head and stole a few more glances at Rayna.

Her skin was smooth, save for the gnarly scar on her cheek. As he gazed at it, an unfamiliar feeling rose in his heart, causing it to wrench in pain.

Curtis brushed a finger across her wound. Without looking up, he said coldly, “Aunt Sienna exhausted her means to plan the accident, so she couldn’t have sent anyone to the hospital. Did you start an investigation?”

Wyatt immediately replied, “Yes. Sienna has been at home all the while as though she was trying to steer clear of the incident. However, Chester would sometimes meet Mr. Ziegler from Faymon Group. Perhaps he was the one who hired the assassin.”

Hearing that, Curtis snorted. “It looks like Uncle Chester cannot wait to gain control of Faymon Group and ended up working with Mr. Ziegler.”

“I guess it’s because of Old Mr. Faymon’s decision,” Jeremy said. “When you were in a coma, Sienna and Chester went to Faymon Group, vying to become the acting CEO so they could use the chance to get some shares. Later, Old Mr. Faymon showed up and appointed Rayna as the acting CEO without sparing their faces.”

“Curtis, please let me help you. I had nothing to do ever since I came back. I’m seriously bored out of my mind,” Wyatt pleaded. He was about to go crazy from having nothing to do. “Let Rayna get some rest.”

“I don’t need you.”

“Huh?” Wyatt seemed hurt. “Curtis, do you not trust me?”

“She can handle this herself,” came Curtis’ answer.

Jeremy’s brows puckered up. He was obviously displeased with Curtis’ response. “Curtis, you can’t be selfish. Rayna is just your employee and a human, so you shouldn’t drag her into the Faymon family’s business. We can help you out if you need.”

“You don’t know her.” Curtis shot Rayna a look. He knew how smart she could be. “She is smarter than you think. All she needs is some drive.”