Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 591
The pilot leaped out of the helicopter without suspecting Rayna’s motives at all.
Once the pilot had entered the house, she stood and grabbed the phone from the passenger seat as fast as she could.
It was likely the phone was only used for calls because it wasn’t protected by a password.
After Rayna recalled Curtis’ number with much effort, she dialed it on the phone.
Sadly, before the call could connect, she saw Jefferson carrying a few bags of stuff out of the house with the pilot. Panicked, she
hurriedly ended the call and deleted its record.
Then she tossed the phone back into the passenger seat. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth when she saw the phone land
safely on the seat after bouncing twice.
Just as Rayna sat back down, Jefferson arrived.
“What’s the matter, Belle?” he asked worriedly when he saw sweat on her forehead. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Shaking her head, she assured, “It’s nothing. I’m just feeling a little hot.”
The night’s pretty cool, though. Then again, she is pregnant. It’s only natural that she occasionally feels hot. Then, he loaded the
bags onto the helicopter without saying a word.
After he secured Rayna’s seatbelt, he gave the pilot permission to take off.
“Sleep.” Jefferson covered her body with a blanket before placing his hand on her shoulder and letting her lean on him. “Our new
home is quite far away. It’ll take us a few hours of air travel before arriving. I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”
A few hours? I wonder where it is. As her train of thought ended, she leaned in his embrace. “Mhm.”
It only took a while before she fell asleep because she was really sleepy.
When she woke up again, she stared out the window and saw rows of tightly packed black dots at the bottom. It seems like
we’ve arrived in a city.

The helicopter gradually reduced its altitude as it soared across the city. It was then Rayna saw the flag of the country and its
famous landmark. It took only a few moments before she realized she had been brought to Pillere.
The helicopter eventually arrived at a mansion halfway up the mountain and descended on the landing pad.
After the helicopter stopped moving, Jefferson patted Rayna. “We’ve arrived, Belle.”
She pretended to have just woken up, yawned, and was carried down the vehicle by him.
The housekeepers and butler had been waiting for them outside of the house. It was pretty cold there, so the moment Rayna
arrived, the butler promptly put a thick coat on her.
Jefferson helped her wear it.
“This mansion may be small, but it has everything, and the environment is nice,” he informed as he helped her amble into the
building. “Do you like it, Belle?”
In response, she nodded. “I do, but it doesn’t look like a place doctors can frequently visit.”
“I hired a medical team here. They’re living in the same place as we are.” He smiled. “They’ll take care of you until you give
birth.”
Based on what he was saying, she speculated that the island had been discovered by Curtis. I bet he moved me here in the
middle of the night because he learned ahead of time that Curtis knew where we were.
She couldn’t help but glance at the pilot, who was leaving in the helicopter already. I hope Curtis will manage to track the call I
made earlier and find me here.
When Jefferson saw Rayna looking back, he asked, “What’s the matter, Belle?”
“It’s nothing.” She shifted her line of sight away, pursed her lips, and smiled. “I was wondering if the pilot has other matters to
attend to, considering he seems to be in a rush to leave after sending us here.”
“He does have something to take care of, but it’s nothing urgent. It’s his choice to go. Let’s head inside first.”
“Okay.”
The entire mansion, including its interior, was designed in a beautiful gothic style.

After they entered the building, Jefferson brought Rayna upstairs.
Her bedroom was nearly a hundred square meters big, while the room next to it was the delivery room. The doctors Jefferson
hired had already brought all relevant medical equipment to the mansion to ensure she would have a safe delivery.
The medical team, housekeepers, and butler lived on the first floor. Meanwhile, only Jefferson and Rayna occupied the second
floor.
The doctors could only enter the second floor when Rayna needed an examination.
She didn’t feel anything in particular while staying on the island with Jefferson for the past few months. After she moved into the
mansion, however, she felt as though she was living in a palace because she was surrounded by eight or nine housekeepers
every day. It was an experience she wasn’t used to.
Also, Jefferson stopped meddling with her meals after she moved there. Instead, he let the medical team handle it. Although, he
was still paying close attention to the ingredients. Even the fruits she ate had to be freshly handpicked from the orchard.
When Rayna learned that, she was so surprised she wasn’t sure what to say. In fact, she felt a little afraid of eating them.
“You don’t need to be so meticulous that you don’t want any fruits that are sent here two hours late,” she said, amused. “Maybe
the delivery truck encountered an issue on the way here. It’s not like it’ll be inedible. I’m not that particular.”
“Some fruits taste worse after leaving the plant for a certain amount of time.” Jefferson carefully peeled an orange before letting
her eat it.
Also, despite what Rayna said, he insisted on doing things his way. “While I don’t want their fruits, I still paid for them.”
That rendered her speechless.
As time passed and the seasons changed, winter arrived at Pillere.
Rayna remained healthy under the care of Jefferson and the people he hired.
Her abdomen continued to swell, though she didn’t really grow fatter. As a result, she needed more help to move around
compared to before.

Even though she waited patiently, Curtis never came. Maybe Jefferson’s a lot more cautious than I thought. He could’ve told the
pilot to change his phone and number after leaving the mansion, considering it’s just a communication device. It’s not costly to do
so.
During her last maternity examination, the doctor said it was only a matter of days before she gave birth. However, because the
babies were very healthy and their heads were quite big in addition to them being triplets, the doctor said she was unlikely to
have a smooth delivery.
The housekeepers in the mansion started getting busy near Christmas Eve. It wasn’t because of the holiday, it was because they
were preparing for Rayna’s delivery.
The doctors were all ready, and the housekeepers had prepared everything they needed to care for the newborns.
When Rayna saw a decorative ornament in the shape of Santa Claus’ head hanging above the door while having her meal, she
asked the housekeepers about it and learned that it was already Christmas Eve. In one corner of the living room, a Christmas
tree was placed and decorated with presents making the atmosphere a little festive.
She thought it was definitely going to snow around Christmas, but when she stared out the window in a hurry, she noticed there
was no snow.
Disappointed, she muttered, “I thought it was snowing.” I remember celebrating Christmas and its eve with Curtis in Jetroina last
year. On that day, we stayed at a resort at night. Curtis complained there wasn’t enough snow and even asked people to make
an artificial snowfall. Even though it was only a year ago, that memory feels so distant. Back then, all of us were happy. Yet,
happiness left us in a blink of an eye.
Jefferson approached her, held her hand, and said, “It’s not very cold this year, so there’s no snow. Since tomorrow is Christmas,
maybe there’ll be a miracle, and you’ll get to see snow when you wake up the next morning. “
“Hopefully,” she replied.
Due to the doctor’s recommendation, Jefferson had been sleeping in Rayna’s room for the past few days. He set up and slept on
a bed next to hers so he could help her at a moment’s notice.
Before they slumbered, he asked, “Do you want anything for Christmas, Belle?”
“I’m not lacking anything, although...” Rayna thought about it and answered softly, “I wish Jessie and my babies will be fine, and
I hope you’ll live a long life. That’s what I want the most.”

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