Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 245

Chapter 245 Do Not Touch Him

His hands were propped against the glass coffee table as he panted. When he lifted his head, he noticed the miniature camera hidden in the wall lamp.

His gaze darkened.

How dare someone make a move on me here?

Stephanie was shoved to the ground, her head bleeding. The man exuding a murderous aura terrified her, and she wanted to flee from the room. Yet, the thought of what she wanted to do stopped her from doing that.

I’m not scared.

Stephanie crawled over to the man’s feet and squeezed herself into his arms as she touched his leg. “Mr. Faymon…”

At the same time, she pulled her skirt lower to reveal the milky skin beneath.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” A bead of sweat rolled down from the man’s forehead to his cheek. His voice was downright icy, but he could not pull his hand away from Stephanie.

The flames in him were boiling his blood.

Stephanie beamed. No one was capable of holding their ground against the drug, not even that man.

As she buried herself in Curtis’ arms, she reached out for his pocket. Once she fished out his phone and unlocked it, she clicked on his WhatsApp and video-called a certain person.

At Rayna’s side, the company employees were merrily having their meal.

When she saw the incoming video call, she told her assistant about the call and went out with her phone.

“No… Mr. Faymon, don’t…”

Right as the call went through, the voice of a woman traveled into Rayna’s ear. When she looked at the screen, she saw a woman lying in Curtis’ arms in the dark, and she saw the unbuttoned state of Curtis’ shirt.

Before Rayna could react to that, the call was cut off.

Rayna’s heart lurched, and her hands shook. She quickly called the number again, but the person on the other end of the line only accepted the voice call.

“Ms. Garland, do you remember me?”

“Stephanie! Goath!” Of course, Rayna would remember her. Stephanie was the pretentious woman who tried to throw acid on her but ended up getting a taste of her own medicine instead.

The repressed pants of the man on the other end of the line made Rayna panic. She snapped, “What have you done to him?”

“What have I done? Ms. Garland, didn’t you see it just now?” Stephanie let out a small laugh. “I’m not afraid to tell you that Mr. Faymon’s body is hot, and he’s refusing to let me go right now!”

“Don’t touch him!” Rayna snarled. “Are you trying to f*cking meet the grim reaper?”

Stephanie’s laugh became even higher-pitched. “I didn’t touch him; he’s the one who has been touching me! Rayna, I want him to treat me roughly. It must be a thrilling experience. You know how that is, right?”

“Stephanie Goath, do not touch him!”

After ending the call, Rayna kicked off her heels and rushed outside.

Even though the video call had only lasted a few seconds, Rayna noticed that they looked like they were at Wyatt’s club from the decor in her background. Without wasting a second, she called Wyatt and asked, “Where are you right now? Curtis is at your club.”

Wyatt responded in confusion, “And? What’s wrong with that?”

“Someone’s about to rape him!”

“What the f*ck?” Wyatt nearly threw his phone away from him from the shock. “I’ll look for him right now!”

Rayna ignored the fact that she was not supposed to drive after drinking. The very thought of the video call earlier was threatening to overwhelm her senses. The entire way there, her foot never left the accelerator, and she sped past several red lights.

In just six minutes, she arrived at the club.

Rayna stumbled into the establishment and darted up the stairs to the second floor. It was there she saw Wyatt, who was still kicking on the door to the room.

Rayna shrieked, “You haven’t gone in?”

“I couldn’t! This f*cking door’s been blocked by something heavy behind it,” Wyatt cried out. Then, inappropriately, he said, “They sound like they’re having fun inside. It’s fine, right?”

“Shut up!” Rayna roared. “Another word from you, and I’ll kill you!”

Wyatt clamped his mouth shut.

Rayna then looked through the window to see what was happening inside. The moment she saw Stephanie straddling the man, she shoved Wyatt aside.

Holding her skirt up, she threw a hard kick at the door.

Whatever was blocking the door from the other side fell, and the cracked door swung open. Rayna pushed it further and stormed inside. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Wyatt was astounded.

What in the world? This woman actually managed to kick open the door I couldn’t open?

The sight that greeted Rayna when she entered was Curtis half-lying on the carpet with a flushed face. His arms were trembling, and Stephanie, who was sitting on him, was moaning for more from him.

All the blood in Rayna’s body surged into her brain. She rushed over, grabbed the bottle of red wine from the table, and smashed it on Stephanie’s head. Stephanie screamed and fell to the side.

“I told you not to touch him!” Rayna bellowed as she grabbed Stephanie’s hair and repeatedly slammed her head against the table. “Did you not hear me?”

“Ahh! Help me!” Stephanie screeched, trembling from the pain.

Rayna slapped her a few more times before towing her out and throwing her at Wyatt. “Keep an eye on this b*tch. Once I’m done here, I’m going to deal with her myself!”

“Sure!” Wyatt could only nod in response.

When Rayna returned to the room, she saw Curtis in a soaked shirt and with a tense expression. Swiftly, she went to him to support him, but the half-conscious man flung her away.

He gritted out, “Get lost!”

“Curtis, it’s me.” Rayna grabbed his hand and realized he was burning up. “I’ve called Mr. York, and he’ll be here soon—”

However, before she could finish her sentence, the man pinned her down on the carpet.

Curtis then planted his lips on her as he weighed his hot body on her. Rayna had never seen him act in this way; it was as if he had lost his mind.

I don’t think Jeremy’s going to be here in time.

“Curtis, calm down!” Rayna pushed the man as hard as she could. “I’ll help you when we move somewhere else.”

Right as she was about to tell him that the place was not safe, she turned around to find that the door to the room had been closed at one point. Even the window on the door was covered up.

Rayna took in a deep breath.

What the heck? If Wyatt has the time to do that, why isn’t he coming in to help out instead?

“Rayna,” the man muttered as he kissed her in a desperate manner. He kept pushing himself onto her, his voice hoarse and quiet.

Rayna’s heart softened, and she responded to his kisses.

Everything that was happening in the room was recorded by the miniature camera and uploaded to a computer.

Jefferson sat in front of that computer, still, as he watched the videos without even blinking.

The condominium was in a terrifying silence.

When Naomi entered the bedroom and saw Jefferson sitting before the computer, she asked, “What are you watching?”

Yet, when she walked over to him, she found that the screen was black.

Hugging the man from the back, she said, “The doctor said you need to rest well.”

Jefferson hummed in response.

When he rose to his feet, he suddenly wrapped his hands around Naomi’s neck and threw her on the bed. Then, he pulled off his necktie and tied it around her neck before tugging it hard.

“Ugh!” Once Naomi snapped back to her senses, she began struggling with all her might.

“You thought I didn’t know you’re one of Arnaud’s men?” Jefferson leaned over to stare at her grimly. “You’ve been putting on an act for years. Aren’t you tired?”

Tugging the necktie again, he questioned, “Are you disappointed to see me so healthy?”

By then, Naomi’s face was starting to turn purple.

I let my guard down and let Jefferson have the upper hand over me! I can barely breathe…

Naomi’s thrashing weakened. When she was right at death’s door, Jefferson let go and took out a box from the drawer.