Dear Sweetheart novel

“Ms. Winton, the card Mr. Faymon gave you is frozen while the one you’re carrying has only a hundred thousand, so

how are you going to pay me back?”

Rayna widened her eyes in surprise. “You knew?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Come on, lend me your card. I really like the bridal gown.” It was rare for her to find one she liked at first sight that

also fitted her perfectly. “I’ll pay you back in installments, all right?”

“Which one?”

Kristie quickly carried the gown to show him, her face filled with anticipation. “This one. How does it look?”

“Hmm, it does look good.” After throwing it a glance, Samson inquired with the salesperson, “How much does this

gown cost?”

“Let me check.” After checking with the manager, the salesperson replied, “This piece was designed in

collaboration with C&C and costs one million and ninety thousand.”

Kristie hummed in acknowledgment. “It’s rather cheap.”

She had bought many limited edition bags previously that cost around eight hundred thousand. Coupled with the

fact that she was decked out in designer wear on a daily basis, she could never grasp the idea of something being

expensive.

Realizing something, she turned to Samson. “Don’t tell me that you don’t even have a million?”

“I do.”

“Good—”

“But I don’t want to lend you a million just to buy a bridal gown,” Samson refused. “Ms. Winton, if you only pay me

tens of thousands a month, you still won’t be able to clear your debt even after I quit.”

“My card is just frozen for the time being. Curt will definitely unfreeze it next month.”

“Did Mr. Faymon tell you that?”

Kristie’s ensuing silence was an implicit admission that she was lying.

Samson turned around and walked out the door. “Let’s go, Ms. Winton.”

However, Kristie lunged forward to hug his leg with her body squatting on the ground.

When his leg failed to budge, Samson turned to look at her. “Get up. Why are you buying a wedding gown when

you’re not getting married?”

“I don’t care! Just buy it for me!” Pouting her lips, Kristie began to kick up a big fuss. “By buying it now, I can give

my boyfriend a surprise when he returns!”

Samson was rendered speechless.

“I beg of you, please lend me your card!” Kristie continued to plead coyly. “I’ll sell some of my bags to pay you back

after this.”

She was truly enamored with the gown.

All this while, she would never act cute in front of other men other than Curtis and those close to her, but for some

reason, Samson had become an exception.

After spending some time with him, he filled her with a sense of security, triggering the urge within her to stay by

his side.

Despite not knowing the reason, she just gave in to her emotions.

At that moment, Samson’s eyes glistened for a fleeting moment before he let out a sigh.

“Fine, I’ll buy it for you. Can you please get up already?”

“I knew it! You’re the best!” Kristie scrambled up to her feet and instructed the salesperson, “Pack that gown up for

me. We’re going to pay for it right away!”

“Yes, Ms. Winton.” The salesperson was trying hard to hold back her laughter after watching the entire episode.

Nevertheless, Kristie didn’t hold it against her as she left proudly with Samson.

When she arrived downstairs, two young girls in exquisite makeup were whispering in each other’s ears.

Hearing the name “Wyatt Lopez” being mentioned by accident, she walked over to eavesdrop.

One of the girls complained, “Don’t you think that Mr. Lopez is crazy? He orders us to his place just to hear us speak

coyly. If he isn’t satisfied with your performance, he would lash out fiercely and kick you out.”

Another girl added, “A friend of mine went there before and was yelled at before being thrown out. Fortunately, she

was paid a handsome sum of money.”

“Don’t the rumors say that Mr. Lopez spoils his female companions? How did it come to this?”

“Who knows? But I can’t deny his generosity.”

“He has to be! No one would behave obsequiously after being humiliated if it wasn’t for money,” the girl scoffed. “If

he pays me, I, too, would be willing to spend the night with him. Haha!”

Unable to contain her anger, Kristie strutted forward in her heels to confront them.

“And here I was, thinking that you were actually pretty. Hmph!” Kristie threw them a look of disdain. “Mr. Lopez was

right to kick you out. Just look at yourselves, even I would do the same like him.”

The two girls turned pale at the sudden disparagement.

Thereafter, one of them realized what was going on. “Kristie Winton? Even if you’re a star, it doesn’t give you the

right to insult us.”

“Are you even worthy of my ridicule?” Kristie scrutinized them from head to toe. “Instead of going for plastic

surgery or learning how to dress better from some fashion magazines, you chose to shamelessly walk around with

fake designer goods!”

As the girl frantically hid her bag behind her, she puffed her chest and retorted, “Even with our fake bags, we’re still

better off than you, a slut. You truly deserve to be blacklisted!”

“What did you say?” Grabbing the girl’s hair, Kristie glared at her. “Who are you calling a slut?”

“You, obviously!” the girl screamed. “Do you think just because the videos have been deleted that no one knows

about them? Compared to us ordinary folks, you’re despicable for doing it with a group of men!”

Kristie’s overwhelming anger sent her into a daze.

When she was still acting, she would frequently help Curtis out with his business negotiations and was naturally well-

protected all the time.

Little did she expect someone to use this to slander her behind her back.

However, before she could react, the girl was suddenly pulled from her grasp.

All she saw was Samson picking up a vase from the side and smashing it onto the girl’s head. With her head

bleeding from the impact, the girl screamed incessantly.

Samson then threw aside the broken vase and glared at the girls. His murderous intent was clear from the vicious

expression on his face.

“Get lost!”

His thundering voice terrified them to the brink of tears.

After the bleeding girl’s companion helped her to her feet, both of them staggered their way out of the shop and

fled.

Subsequently, Samson gave the stunned shop owner a wad of cash. “This is for the vase.”

With one hand holding the bridal gown bag, he led Kristie out with the other.

Thereafter, Kristie had no idea how she got back into the car, for her mind was preoccupied with the girl’s words

and the image of Samson smashing a vase on the girl’s head.

“She accused me of being a slut,” Kristie mumbled, feeling as if she could break down anytime. “I’m not. I’m not!

No one will dare touch me because Curt will protect me.”

Just as she spoke, a sense of bitterness overwhelmed her, causing her to burst into tears.

I’m really scared, and I don’t know why I’m crying.

Giving her a hug, Samson comforted her in a gentle tone, “Forget what they said. They were just making baseless

comments after watching the news. You’re the prettiest princess in the world—”

The moment his hand came into contact with Kristie’s arm, she felt her hair stand on end as she let out a fearful

scream.

“Don’t touch me!”

As she recoiled to the other end of the car, her hands subconsciously wrapped themselves around her trembling

shoulders.

As Samson gradually retracted his hand, his fingers balled into fists. The terrified look on Kristie’s face triggered an

intense heartache within him.

When he noticed that Kristie was still shivering uncontrollably after a while with no sign of calming down, he opened

a bottle of water and dropped a tablet in. After giving it a shake, he handed it to her. “Here, drink some water.”

Kristie received the bottle from him and took two mouthfuls.

With her head pressing against the window, her eyes gradually closed when drowsiness set in soon after.

It wasn’t until she fell asleep that Samson pulled her into his embrace.

Staring into her slightly reddened eyes, he stroked her icy hands with his heart filled with anger and guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Stroking her cheeks, he murmured, “I failed to protect you.”