Dear Sweetheart novel

Why did the housekeeper give me these?

After a few seconds, Rayna recalled the fact that only she and Curtis went out shopping yesterday. She hadn’t told

anyone about the earrings too. Only the two of them knew about it.

Then, these earrings…

In the morning when they were having breakfast in the dining room, the image of the wounds on Curtis’ hand

popped up in her mind. At the sight of the daisy earrings with crooked petals, a warm feeling coursed through her

heart.

So he wasn’t out to buy slippers yesterday. He was only back so late yesterday because he was making the

earrings.

Facing the mirror, Rayna brushed her hair aside and put on the pair of earrings.

She traced her fingers through the crooked white petals, and her lips curled into a smile. The exasperation that she

was feeling dissipated into thin air.

Despite losing a pair of earrings, Rayna received another invaluable and handmade pair.

Fearing that others might notice something, Rayna changed into loose clothing. She even put on a piece of shawl

and happily headed out to meet the others at the homestay.

“Ms. Garland,” Wilson greeted Rayna when she arrived at the homestay. He passed her the agreement and said,

“We’ve signed the non-disclosure agreement sent over by Glory.”

After the incident yesterday, Wilson’s attitude toward Rayna improved a lot.

Rayna skimmed through the agreement and chucked it into her bag. “Right! Is everyone here? So, which car am I

in?”

“Ms. Garland, you’re going to be in the same van as the screenwriter. Right, Mr. Faymon said he’s driving,” Wilson

replied.

Curtis is driving? Doesn’t anybody else know how to drive? Why did they let him drive?

She looked around and noticed that Curtis had opened the driver-side door and was heading inside.

Rayna didn’t think it was right to mention anything about it and got inside the van.

In the van, other than Curtis, who was the driver, all the other team members, such as the screenwriter and stylist,

were all women. At first, all of them seemed rather out of place and dared not speak in front of Curtis.

However, seeing that Curtis was focused on driving and said nothing, they started to relax and chatted with each

other.

The screenwriter noticed that Rayna’s earrings were quite unique and couldn’t help but spare the earrings a few

glances. “Ms. Garland, did you just buy those handmade earrings? They look so good.”

Rayna smiled and said, “No, they are a gift from a friend.”

“I think your friend made them,” the stylist chimed in. Upon a closer look, she teased, “The petals of the daisy

earrings are a little crooked. It seems like your friend is an amateur.”

“Yes, he is,” Rayna muttered in a cheery tone. “Still, I really like the earrings.”

“How I envy you, Ms. Garland. You’ve got a friend who makes you jewelry. I don’t have any friend like that,” the

screenwriter lamented. Noticing that Rayna was in a good mood, she decided to pry into the matter a little more.

“Ms. Garland, is that friend of yours a man or a woman?”

The stylist edged closer and said, “I’m also curious. I think that a woman will be more meticulous and won’t

produce such amateurish work. I think they look like… a man’s work!”

Rayna’s smile stiffened a little. She didn’t expect them to be so nosy.

She stole a glance at Curtis in the front. Rayna cleared her throat in an attempt to change the subject. “Have you

amended the script? Let me have a look.”

The screenwriter decided against probing further and immediately took out the script for Rayna.

Curtis peeked at Rayna through the rearview mirror.

She was engrossed in a discussion with the screenwriter. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing the daisy

earrings with little crooked white petals.

Curtis felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how much he struggled to look for the materials to make

those earrings.

It was beyond his imagination that such a little pair of earrings was actually that difficult to make.

He adhered closely to the video instruction and labored for three hours to make them. Despite checking multiple

times, the petals still came out crooked.

However, not only did Rayna not think less of his flawed earrings, but she actually liked them and put them on.

Hence, he felt that his hours of work were worthwhile.

After an hour, the van arrived at the filming location at Summerbank.

It had an excellent view.

Coincidentally, it was not traveling season. Besides, Wilson had communicated with the person in charge of the

location and booked the place beforehand, no tourists would enter and disrupt their filming.

The crew started to set up their respective tents and equipment after getting out of the van.

Rayna wanted to help, but she was afraid that her good intention might backfire and result in more work for the

others, as well as inadvertently hurting her babies. Hence, she took out her phone to check her emails.

While waiting for others to finish setting up, she tried to look as busy as possible.

After the tent was set up, Rayna went to do her makeup when the stylist called her.

Styling for period dramas was more complicated with both makeup and hair involved.

Rayna’s bottom was hurting from her sitting with her back straight the whole time while she was styling her hair

and doing her makeup. Feeling drowsy, her eyes were half-closed.

She didn’t know how much time passed when the stylist’s voice rang beside her ears. “Mr. Faymon, you’re done

changing into your costume? Just a moment, please. Ms. Garland is almost done.”

“Take your time. I’m not in a rush,” Curtis replied in a low voice.

His baritone voice made Rayna’s ears tingle.

She opened her eyes and peeked at him through the mirror in front of her. Curtis was wearing a dark blue robe

with intricate floral embroidery that complemented his slender figure. His downcast eyes made him appear cold

and impassive.

His regal aura was akin to a prince. Even if he was just standing there, it was a pleasing sight to behold.

Rayna couldn’t take her eyes off him.

The stylist called out Rayna’s name. She tapped Rayna on her shoulders when the latter was in a daze and did not

respond to her calls. She teased, “Ms. Garland, I know that Mr. Faymon looks very dashing in his costume, but you

don’t need to ogle at him like that. You guys are going to film together later.”

Embarrassed, Rayna’s face flushed beet red. She hastily got up from her chair and stammered, “I-I’m going to get

changed.”

“The clothes are on the rack. You can just take them,” the stylist said.

Curtis instinctively wanted to help Rayna out when he noticed her almost bumping into the clothes rack.

He heaved a sigh of relief when Rayna managed to steady herself. Eyes crinkling into a smile, he wondered

whatever happened to Rayna, as she had become more and more groggy after getting back to the country.

Rayna was afraid that her protruding belly might make it difficult for her to fit into her costume. However, she soon

realized that her concern was unnecessary. Her costume actually fit her perfectly, and the loose outer robe also

concealed her belly very nicely.

When she came out of the changing room, Rayna noticed that the stylist was done with Curtis as well.

He didn’t need to put on any makeup, as he wouldn’t have to show his face. The stylist put a headpiece on Curtis. It

had the same color as the emerald embroidered on Curtis’ robe. The whole ensemble made Curtis cut a dash.

The stylist couldn’t help but praise Curtis as well. “Mr. Faymon, you look so handsome in ancient costume!”

Rayna dared not linger further, especially after the stylist teased her. She scurried out of the tent.

Meanwhile, Wilson had already set up the filming site and cameras.

When both Rayna and Curtis came over, Wilson took the script from the screenwriter and said, “The two of you

don’t actually have many lines. Most of the storytelling is conveyed through the male and female leads eyes.

Understood?”

As the director, he tried to give Rayna a lead. “Your character meets the male lead in the first life. The two of you

don’t know each other very well. So, there has to be curiosity in your eyes, as well as a hint of shyness, like a

teenage girl.”

Rayna was stumped. “Since I don’t know him very well, how do I play the part of a shy teenage girl?”

Wilson patiently explained, “Because both your parents arranged your marriage, and you heard about his

reputation from others, and he is good for nothing. You refuse to marry him because of that. However, there was

nothing you can do about it.”