Dear Sweetheart novel

She walked out to see Curtis leaning against the wall with his legs slightly bent. He looked dashing.

Hearing her footsteps, he looked up and met her gaze.

Rayna’s heart raced as she stepped out of the restroom. She instinctively wanted to put her hand on her belly but

was afraid that he would notice something was off. Instead, she grabbed the handle of the restroom door and

walked out slowly.

Curtis straightened his back and came to her. “Let me carry you.”

“Oh, no need,” Rayna replied hastily. She was afraid he would realize something if he were to carry her.

Holding his arm, she said, “Just help me back, Mr. Faymon. Thank you.”

Curtis’ eyes turned dark, but he said nothing and allowed her to use him as a cane as they walked back to their

seats.

It was mealtime. The flight attendant was asking the first-class passengers what they would like to eat. Some

passengers had already received their meals and started eating. The cabin was an enclosed space, so the smell of

food was wafting in the air.

Rayna and Curtis were walking along the aisle when the smell of stinky fish suddenly attacked their nostrils.

She took a whiff and felt her stomach churning.

Realizing she was about to puke, Rayna covered her lips hastily and pushed Curtis away to run to the restroom.

Alas, she wasn’t quick enough.

As a result, she bent down and puked her guts out.

The passenger in the window seat saw that and scowled disapprovingly. “That’s gross! Show some respect and go

vomit in the restroom, not the aisle. This is so rude!”

Curtis shot the passenger a sharp glare. “She’s unwell and couldn’t help it.”

At first, the passenger was taken aback by Curtis’ stern expression, but he soon recalled that they were both in the

first-class cabin and assumed they had similar social standing. Determined not to back down, he kept complaining,

“If she’s sick, take some medicine and go to bed!”

“Yes.” Another passenger in the back stuck his head out. “The plane isn’t hers. She’s a passenger, but so are we!

This is disgusting.”

“Anyone can be a first-class passenger now, huh? How gross.”

“Why didn’t she take the high-speed train?”

Curtis’ eyes blazed with fury when he saw Rayna leaning against the wall and her hands trembling. His gaze shifted

from her to the other passengers, and he pinned them with a withering stare.

Both men trembled in fear and recoiled silently.

Curtis patted Rayna’s back and asked, “Do you still feel unwell?”

Rayna shook her head. “I…”

She attempted to speak but could not find the right words.

The hurtful words of the passengers stung her deeply, sending her into a state of overwhelming sorrow. Her

shoulders trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Curtis held her shoulders and guided her back to her seat. He then summoned the flight attendant to clean the

mess.

The flight attendant nodded and asked Rayna gently if she needed any medication.

Rayna sank back into her seat and gratefully accepted the hot water from Curtis.

“It was my fault for eating too much. The air circulation in the enclosed cabin isn’t that good, too.” Rayna was still

sniffling. “I wanted to go to the restroom but couldn’t help it…”

“It’s fine. Anyone can have accidents,” Curtis consoled her as he patted her head gently. “It wasn’t your fault.

Besides, you’ve done your best.”

Tears sprung to Rayna’s eyes when she saw how he sided with her.

She had only eaten a while ago as she was extremely hungry and didn’t want her babies to go hungry either. Never

in her wildest dreams did she expect to puke in the airplane.

Curtis was afraid she would feel unwell on an empty stomach, so he got some pasta from the flight attendant.

However, Rayna dared not eat any and only sipped on the hot water. “We’ll arrive soon. I’ll just eat at the hotel

later. There are a few other first-class passengers on board. I’d rather not have them judge me any further.”

Curtis nodded. “All right.”

Rayna watched the news for a while and felt sleepy. Soon, she fell asleep in her seat.

Curtis pulled out the earplugs and stuffed them in her ears before he walked away.

The head stewardess was about to make the landing announcement to remind the passengers to put their tables

up when she noticed a handsome man emerging from the first-class cabin. “Sir, is there anything I can help you

with?”

When he came nearer, the head stewardess belatedly recognized him and stammered, “M-Mr. Faymon.”

“Tell the captain to turn back to Norwal City Airport.”

Huh?

She froze in shock. Hesitantly, she reminded him, “Mr. Faymon, the plane is about to land soon.”

“My ex-fiancée isn’t feeling well.”

The head stewardess was confused. Mr. Faymon had a fiancée?

She was in a daze when Curtis got his phone to show her something. “Fly the plane back using the same route.”

He stood there, his presence intimidating and imposing.

The head stewardess glanced at the document and said, “Mr. Faymon, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

She then went to inform the captain about Curtis’ order.

A few minutes later, the passengers noticed the plane was about to land at Summerbank International Airport but

suddenly made a U-turn and flew away. Shocked, they wondered what was going on when an announcement was

made, claiming that the runway at the airport was not operational. Hence, they couldn’t land and had to fly back to

Norwal City.

The passengers expressed their disapproval. “The plane was going to land, but the runway wasn’t operational?

What the heck?”

“What the hell is going on?”

The head stewardess was exasperated to be the target of their curses, especially since their boss was on the plane

and had ordered them to fly back to Norwal City in order to tend to his ex-fiancée who wasn’t feeling well. They had

no choice but to comply.

Ah, he can do anything he wants for love, as he is filthy rich. How lovely!

Soon, the plane arrived in Norwal City.

The passengers alighted the plane, disgruntled, vowing never to fly with the same airline again.

The head stewardess told them they would each get two thousand in compensation. When they arrived in

Summerbank on their next flight, they would be sent to their destination for free. Hearing that, the passengers

stopped complaining.

However, the two passengers from the first-class cabin didn’t get any compensation.

They went to the head stewardess to demand an explanation.

“I’m sorry,” she said, offering them an apologetic smile. “Our boss has blacklisted you both, so you won’t be able to

fly with us. However, you are free to choose other airlines.”

Both passengers’ faces contorted in anger. One asked, “Who is your boss? He’s so hot-tempered!”

“Mr. Curtis Faymon of Faymon Group.” As they had nothing else to say, she continued, “My boss wants me to relay

his message to you. Not everyone who can afford first-class seats is well-mannered. It can be seen through one’s

actions.”

The passengers had no words to refute.

When Rayna woke up, she noticed she wasn’t in the first-class seat.

Am I lying on a bed?

She looked around and noticed that she seemed to be in a place that resembled her bedroom. This only added to

her confusion.

Am I dreaming?

She assumed they had landed in Summerbank International Airport, and if she hadn’t woken up, Curtis would most

likely have carried her off the plane himself. Looking up, she saw Curtis lifting the curtain and approaching her.

“Didn’t I dream of you a while ago?” Rayna’s eyes widened when she saw him. “Why do you keep appearing in my

dreams?”

A flash of amusement appeared in Curtis’ eyes when he heard her words.

“You’re not dreaming. You’re awake.” Curtis came over to her and pulled up the shade. “This is not your home.

You’re on the plane.”

Rayna whipped her head around to see the clouds outside the window. She gaped incredulously at the sight.

“Oh? Can first-class cabins change their design?” She turned to look at him, confused. “Spending two thousand for

this privilege is worth it.”

Curtis let out a low chuckle. “Ms. Garland, that’s not it. There was something wrong with the plane we boarded

earlier, so it flew back to Norwal City when you were asleep.”

“We are on a different plane? D-Did you carry me off the plane to board this one?”

“The next available flight to Summerbank is five in the evening. You’re on my private plane.”

Rayna’s initial amazement quickly changed to envy.

He’s indeed a big shot. When there are no available flights, he can ride on his own private plane. I envy him!