Dear Sweetheart novel

Jefferson walked over and complimented her with a smile. “Yes, you look stunning.”

He asked Curtis, “Mr. Faymon, does my wife look good in that wedding gown?”

Curtis glanced at the woman before answering, “No. The gown exposes her flabby upper arms.”

That insulting remark rendered Rayna speechless.

“My wife is pregnant and has gained some weight, so it’s normal for her arms to look a little flabby.” Jefferson

grinned before turning to the store manager. “I think this dress brings out the curves of voluptuous women. What

do you think?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” The store manager, who was already breaking out in a cold sweat, bobbed her head repeatedly.

As an avid reader of entertainment news, the store manager was aware of the rumors about Curtis and Rayna. She

always thought Rayna was lucky because the men in her life were all big shots. The fact that she was marrying

Jefferson further proved how blessed she was.

Just when she thought everything would go well, Curtis made an unexpected appearance all of a sudden. I

understand Mr. Hamilton is doing this to annoy Mr. Faymon, but why does he have to drag me into this?

The store manager decided to sit on the fence to avoid offending anyone. She smiled and replied, “We have many

gowns in the store. Feel free to go through them one by one. It takes time to pick the one that you’re satisfied

with.”

Jefferson said, “That was why we’re here today. We have ample time to go through all the gowns here. I want this

gown, so pack it for me. I’ll update you if my wife is interested in another piece.”

“Why do I need so many gowns?” Rayna immediately stopped him. “Just one gown will do.”

“We should get some spare ones. Gowns get dirty fast, and you might accidentally tear them too.” Jefferson tickled

her nose with his finger. “Wedding is an important life event, so it must be perfect. Don’t keep thinking of helping

me cut costs, okay?”

Rayna hummed in response and responded with a wry smile.

She felt uncomfortable as she could tell someone was shooting daggers at her from a distance.

While tension was high between the men, Kristie, who had put on a gown in the fitting room, ran toward Rayna

after admiring her own beauty in the mirror for some time.

“Rayna!” She embraced her gently as she knew Rayna was pregnant. “You look gorgeous in this gown! It fits you

like a glove!”

Rayna sized up the gown Kristie was wearing and froze for a minute. “W-Why are you in a wedding gown?”

“Curt told me to put it on,” Kristie replied. She lifted the train of the gown and spun around. “What do you think? Do

I look pretty? Oh, I’m so in love with this gown!”

The expression on Rayna’s face changed. Curtis told her to put on the wedding gown?

“Who are you marrying?” Rayna asked.

“Curt has made all the necessary arrangements for me!” Kristie immediately explained as she was afraid Curtis

might cause further misunderstanding. “That’s why he brought me here to pick a wedding gown!”

“Kristie.” Curtis expressed his disdain by knitting his brows. “Why are you so talkative today?”

Kristie rolled her eyes at him. I’m trying to say the right thing to avoid misunderstanding, yet he blames me for

being talkative. How atrocious!

Curtis made that remark because he felt Kristie had talked too much, but his response had given Rayna the wrong

idea. She recalled what Curtis had said when she went to look for Kristie. “Since you dote on your brother, I can

dote on Kristie too. He had caused so much trouble, but I haven’t even settled the score with him. Yet, you asked

me what’s going to happen to him? I’ll tell you now—if he appears in front of me, I’m afraid I might teach him a

lesson! Once she forgets about James, she can live a better life and meet someone who loves her more.”

Feeling completely drained out of energy, Rayna pinched Jefferson hard.

Jefferson instantly turned his attention to her. “What’s wrong, Belle?”

“I-I’m not feeling well.” Rayna felt sick at heart.

Her stomach churned as she spoke. When she felt she was about to throw up, she immediately covered her mouth

with her hands.

“Are you going to throw up?” Jefferson felt anxious upon noticing how miserable she was.

After asking the manager where the restroom was, he quickly brought her out of the store.

“What’s wrong with Rayna?” Kristie looked at Rayna and Jefferson before muttering, “Pregnant mothers will

experience morning sickness. Rayna must be experiencing that now, am I right?”

Curtis’ expression turned grim. “Return to the fitting room and try the other wedding gowns!”

“All right, all right. You don’t have to scream at me. Geez!” Kristie pouted in annoyance. “Why vent your frustration

on me? You’re the one who failed to keep Rayna by your side. It’s your fault.”

“What did you just say?”

Kristie was so afraid he might explode that she lowered her head and returned to the fitting room with a gloomy

face.

As soon as Kristie left for the fitting room, Curtis called the manager over and fished a credit card out of his wallet.

“No matter how many gowns they choose, I want you to make payment with this card.”

The manager was able to read between the lines. After steadying herself and accepting the credit card, she said,

“Sure. Don’t worry, Mr. Faymon. I know what to do.”

Curtis was pleased to see how alert the manager was. He then turned around and left the store.

The manager paused for a moment before asking, “Mr. Faymon, are you not going to wait for Ms. Winton?”

“She’ll be fine. She can walk on her own.”

The manager did not know what else to say upon hearing that.

After Curtis left the bridal store, Rayna, who had just walked out of the restroom, was hesitant to linger in the store

as she did not want to deal with Curtis anymore. She turned to Jefferson and said, “I don’t feel well. Let’s pay for

this gown and leave, shall we?”

Jefferson agreed and went downstairs to make payment.

“All right, Mr. Hamilton. The payment is complete.” The manager returned the card to him and said apologetically,

“But we ran out of receipts. Can I give you the receipt when you come to collect the wedding gown?”

“Sure.” Jefferson put his card into his pocket and left the store with Rayna.

After they had stepped out of the building, the cashier could not help but ask the manager, “You’re aware that you

made payment with another card instead of Mr. Hamilton’s? I hinted to you just now.”

“I know.” The manager tore the receipt and sighed. “Focus on your work. Don’t invite trouble.”

The cashier hummed in acknowledgment.

By the time Kristie walked out of the fitting room with another wedding gown, everyone had left except the cashier.

“Where’s Mr. Faymon?” she asked the cashier.

The cashier replied, “Mr. Faymon left. He said he had urgent matters to attend to. He also wanted me to tell you to

take a cab home.”

A vortex of anger swirled inside Kristie. “How could he do this to me? He brought me here and went off without

me? Argh!”

“I’ll buy the wedding gown in the fitting room. Wrap it up for me!” Kristie instructed the cashier. “Mr. Faymon will

pay for the dress with his credit card!”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Winton. Mr. Faymon didn’t leave his card with us,” the cashier replied.

Kristie was so mad that she was bereft of words.

The cashier further added salt to her injury. “Mr. Faymon also said a teenager like you don’t need a wedding gown.

He wanted you to just wear the clothes you came in.”

Kristie cussed Curtis repeatedly in her heart.

After changing into her daily wear and returning to the store, she noticed the cashier was chatting with a man.

After taking a closer look at the tall man, Kristie shot daggers at him and exclaimed, “Are you stalking me, you

perv*rt? Didn’t I tell you to stay home?”

“Mr. Faymon sent me here,” he answered.

“I don’t need you to fetch me. I can walk!” Kristie exploded with rage. Before leaving, she turned around to look at

him. “Do you have a credit card with you? What’s your credit limit?”

Samson asked, “Yes. What do you want to buy, Ms. Winton?”

“Really? You have a credit card?” His answer perked her up. “Curt pays you well every month, right? I want you to

pay for a wedding gown with your credit card. I’ll pay you back once we get home!”