Dear Sweetheart novel

“Good. I’ll be counting on you,” Curtis replied.

Alright Golf Club was rather far away from town. Hence, it took an hour of driving for Rayna to get there.

When she asked the person in charge there if Wyatt was around, he said Wyatt had left ten minutes ago after golfing with clients during the afternoon.

She cursed in her mind before driving to the club.

For the whole afternoon, she had been traveling from one location to another. She went from the Lopez residence to Lopez Group, Sanders Group, the golf club, and, finally, Wyatt’s club. By the time she arrived, it was already half past seven in the evening.

The manager on duty that day recognized Rayna and relayed a piece of bad news to her. “Mr. Lopez only dropped off his clients here and asked us to serve them. He left half an hour ago.”

I missed him! Again! Rayna was furious, but she still asked collectedly, “Do you know where he lives? Or if he’ll return later during the night?”

“I don’t know where he lives,” the manager answered. “Occasionally, he’ll come over to chat with clients. When he doesn’t, he’ll ask the club to send them back home.”

She responded with enraged silence.

Sensing she was in a bad mood, he said, “You seem to be searching for Mr. Lopez due to an urgent matter. How about you wait for him here? I’ll contact you once he arrives.”

“Fine.” After running around for the whole afternoon, she was tired and hungry. “Do you have any seats left in the restaurant? I want to eat something.”

“Yes, we do. I’ll take you there.”

Rayna ordered many dishes, including roast fish. Once her food was served, she dug in eagerly.

As she ate, she complimented the chef Wyatt hired in her mind. This fish is absolutely delicious, especially the sauce!

Halfway through her meal, a waiter rushed to her side and apologized, “I’m sorry, miss! The chef accidentally messed up the sauce and ruined the taste! I’ll change it for you right away!”

I think it’s pretty great.” Rayna took another bite of the fish. “I

carefully, “You

“Nope!”

felt like he had just asked a stupid question. Her expression didn’t change at all when she took a bite, so why would she think

the kitchen, the plump chef asked anxiously, “How did it go? The customer wasn’t

no need,” the waiter

chef took in a deep breath. “She’s not filing a complaint

about to bring the roast fish he

delivered him a stack of cash. “The customer said she loved the roast

the kitchen helper approached them in shock. “I didn’t notice I accidentally poured too much lemon juice into the sauce earlier. But when I did and tasted it, I thought it was so sour

it was sour, considering she took a bite in front

she have a problem with her

and sour ribs weren’t sour enough and that

“This lady has a really high tolerance for

When the waiter saw the chef counting the stack of cash, he placed his hand on the latter’s

is she? Is she a food critic?” the chef

waiter replied, “When I was returning here, I noticed the manager politely asking her what she thought about the food. So, I decided

“She’s our future proprietress?”

club. The boss got so mad that he fired everyone working on the second floor. You two know about this, right?” The waiter lowered his voice and acted mysterious. “The one

confused. “We know that, but how does this relate to

purposefully dragged out the last word to keep the other two hooked to the reveal. “This lady is Mr. Faymon’s girlfriend! She visited the

“Really?”

the waiter spoke, he took half of the cash from the chef’s hand. “You’d better serve Ms. Garland well and keep her happy, Beau, because that’ll

and blurted, “Since she likes sour food

waiter and the

stared at like that, so he grumbled, “Mmm, that was what happened to my second sister-in-law. When she was pregnant, she loved to eat sour and spicy food. Occasionally, my brother would ask me to cook for her. Even when I made extra spicy chicken for her, she thought it tasted fine.

before patting the chef’s shoulder. “You should prepare a few more dishes for Ms. Garland, Beau. I’ll deliver them to her later. I heard Mr. Faymon