Dear Sweetheart Chapter 8
“T-Thank you, Mr. Faymon.” Rayna instantly steadied herself even though her fingers were still shivering. “I’m Rayna Garland from the translation department. I’ll be serving you as your interpreter in this business negotiation.”
Curtis hummed in response and said excitedly in a deep voice, “Thank you, Ms. Garland.”
“You’re welcome,” Rayna responded with a cursory smile. Thank goodness he didn’t make things difficult for me.
Rayna heaved a sigh of relief when Curtis entered the club with the business partner.
She then caught up with them and led the way.
She had to book a large private room since many people were involved in the negotiation. After leading Curtis, the business partner, and their entourage to the room, she went out and told the waiter to serve the dishes in twenty minutes.
When she returned to the room, she saw that the chairs around the table had been fully occupied.
“Ms. Garland, you can take my seat.” Gabriel stood up and gave her his seat. “We really need your help with the interpretation. I’ll leave soon because I have other urgent matters to attend to.”
That afternoon, they would be negotiating the ocean freight rates.
The Sumanthovean company had been importing goods from a company under Faymon Group for years. They wanted to increase their bulk purchase this time, but the ocean freight rate was quite costly. That was why they hoped Faymon Group could quote them a lower price.
Rodunstian was a gentle language, so the Sumanthovean representatives were quite soft-spoken. Rayna had to lean forward to get a better picture of what they were asking.
Since Curtis was sitting next to her, she would occasionally brush her arm against his. And because he was only wearing a thin shirt, she could feel the warmth of his body.
There were moments she zoned out when she recalled the night at the hotel, and her cheeks would begin to flush.
Stop thinking about it, Rayna!
After completing a round of interpretation, Rayna pulled herself back to hide her embarrassment. Then she immediately grabbed a glass of wine and took a few sips.
When she felt someone watching her, she tilted her head to the side and saw Curtis resting his chin on the back of his hand and giving her a baffling smirk.
Why is he looking at me like that?
Anxiety kicked in. Rayna looked around the table and realized she was holding Curtis’ red wine glass as hers was still sitting on her left.
She had accidentally drunk his red wine. No wonder he gave me that look!
The red wine in her mouth was like a piece of burning iron, and she was unsure what to do with it. In the end, she decided to gulp it down and put the glass down as if nothing had happened.
Curtis’ eyes glinted with amusement as he took in her every little action. What a steady woman.