Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 113 Not Pregnant
Rayna’s face flushed as he flirted with her. It was only during that period could she receive Curtis’ compliments.
She cleared her throat and feigned nonchalance. If I listen to more of Uncle Curtis’ words, I’ll burst into flames from blushing too hard. ”I’m sending you home, Mr. Faymon. You’ll feel better tomorrow after a good night’s sleep.”
“Will you be keeping me company, Sweetheart?”
Of course not!
Sensing her silence, he said, “Today is my birthday. You’re not celebrating this day with me, Sweetheart?”
“Didn’t those people help celebrate your birthday?” she muttered and stole a glance at him. Unexpectedly, Curtis was staring at her. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the anticipatory look in his pensive gaze.
Is he looking forward to me celebrating his birthday with him?
Initially, Rayna could’ve just sent him to his mansion, and she would be free to go home. However, she had rarely had the chance to see that side of him. He was gentle, and his gaze was not cold and harsh as usual.
It would be very difficult for her to see him behave in that manner again, so her heart softened.
“Fine.”
Rayna turned the car around and drove toward the amusement park.
The amusement park was even more crowded and lively during the nights of the weekends compared to regular days. The whole place was brightly lit, the giant Ferris wheel rotated round and round, and the sound of people chatting and laughing reverberated in the air.
They entered the park after having their tickets checked. All of a sudden, he wrapped his large and warm hand around hers. “There are a lot of people here in the amusement park. I think it’ll be better for me to hold your hand to prevent the baby from getting hurt.”
Rayna was at a loss for words. Can you stop saying that, Uncle Curtis? I’m really not pregnant!
Naturally, Curtis couldn’t hear Rayna’s inner thoughts as he continued to lead her through the crowd with their hands linked. Sometimes, when passers-by accidentally moved closer to her, he immediately stretched out his hand to shield her and chided others sternly, “Please watch where you’re going. My sweetheart is pregnant.”
The passers-by would then apologize to the couple repeatedly.
Rayna was so embarrassed she wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

There were a lot of food stalls in the amusement park, and Rayna wanted to try some of the delicacies. However, Curtis refused her by saying that the spicy food would hurt her stomach or that she shouldn’t eat ice cream because it was too cold.
In the end, he managed to invoke her temper. She threw a tantrum and shrugged off his hand. “Just let me die in hunger!”
“Don’t be mad, Sweetheart.” He caressed and coaxed her, “Let’s not consume any unhealthy food for the baby’s sake. I’ll buy something else.”
He seated her on a bench before moving away to purchase the food himself.
As realization gradually dawned on her that she had just lashed out at him, Rayna used her hand to cover her face.
Luckily Uncle Curtis won’t remember any of these when he wakes tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll be so embarrassed.
Soon, he returned with the food he had bought. He held a set of fries in his left hand and a cup of milkshake in his right. Due to his tall figure, Curtis was extremely eye-catching as he navigated through the horde.
“I’ve tried a piece of the fries, and they’re fresh. Have a taste, Sweetheart.” He picked up a piece of the fries and blew on it before delivering it to her mouth. “I also purchased a cup of hot milkshake.”
“I-I’ll do this by myself.” She wasn’t used to that pampered treatment.
“Are you disdaining me, Sweetheart?”
Rayna was stumped.
That’s not what I meant, okay? I’m simply not used to letting others feed me.
Curtis was reluctant to put down his hand, so she had no choice but to eat the piece of fries. She was surprised by how delicious the snack was. Right after she finished a piece, he fed her in the same manner again.
Then, he handed her the cup of hot milkshake.
Behind them stood the large, colorful, and dazzling Ferris wheel. Bending down in front of Rayna, Curtis was exceptionally gentle and thoughtful, seemingly dedicated all his tenderness to caring for her.
A strange sensation, an unprecedented sweet and warm feeling, spread within her.
She even hoped that time would flow a little slower at that moment.
After eating and resting for a short while, Curtis held her hand again as they continued to move through the crowd. Taking in how happy the others were, Rayna also wanted to sit on the Ferris wheel, but he forbade her.
“No. The Ferris wheel is too high. Besides, there will be a higher chance for an accident to happen.”
Fine. I won’t sit on the Ferris wheel, then.
Rayna conceded. When she saw many people enjoying the bumper cars, she wanted to try them out too. Unfortunately, Curtis denied her again. “No. That’s a game involving people driving cars to knock into one another. The intense activity will harm the baby.”
She was on the verge of smashing her cup of milkshake to the floor in frustration. “If you won’t allow me to enjoy any activities here, are we just here to walk around aimlessly?”
“I’m not prohibiting you from enjoying yourself, but you should avoid these dangerous pursuits.” He corrected her while pointing to one side. “I think this is perfect. You may go ahead and indulge yourself in fun, Sweetheart.”
She looked in that direction, and her facial expression slackened instantaneously.
Ha! Of course, he thinks the carousel is great. There won’t be any danger since the ride will just go round and round.
Amidst her inward laments, Curtis had paid for the ride. He bent down to carry her in his arms. Then, after entering the venue, he carefully placed her on the rainbow horse. “Have fun, Sweetheart.”
Rayna was at a loss for words.
Another couple was about to enter the merry-go-round venue. When the girl saw how doting Curtis was, she immediately raised a ruckus. “Ah! Look how attentive the other girl’s boyfriend is. I don’t care. I want you to hug me as he did!”
“You’re already an adult. Why do you need me to carry you?” the boy grumbled. Still, he lifted her onto the wooden horse.
Curtis’ face darkened as he said to that boy in displeasure, “To me, my sweetheart will always be eighteen years old. She’s like a child who won’t grow old, and I’m willing to hold her in my arms for the rest of my life. Your girlfriend doesn’t look like she weighs over eighty pounds, yet you’re complaining even when she asked you to hug her for a short while. I think it’s time for her to find another boyfriend.”