Dear Sweetheart novel

She had never thought Curtis would make her cheese buns because he could not find them.

It was her first time seeing him being in the kitchen for such a long time. His back was broad, and the sight of that made her feel safe.

Rayna tiptoed over and reached out to touch his back.

A little more, and I’ll be able to hug him…

Right then, Curtis shifted his shoulder and turned around.

Rayna instinctively retracted her arm and stood transfixed in her spot, her eyes meeting with his.

“Not gonna watch TV anymore?” Curtis was a little taken aback to see her in the kitchen. He moved a little to the right, afraid that she would see the phone beside the knife block.

Rayna lied, “I’m scared you’ll end up putting sugar as if it’s salt, so I came to supervise you.”

Curtis was rendered speechless.

“How’s it going?” Rayna asked, glancing at the spot behind him. It was then she saw the wonky-shaped buns behind him and how some of the buns even had cheese spilling out of them.

When Curtis looked in the direction she was looking at, he stiffened and said awkwardly, “It’s hard to wrap it around them. I’ll redo them later.”

Rayna shook her head and smiled. “It looks good. I’m sure it’ll taste good too.”

This is already good considering that this is his first time making buns.

Then, she added, “I’m serious. This is your first time making this, and you even know how to prepare the dough and the cheese without anyone teaching you. That’s amazing!”

Curtis nodded in agreement. “It looks like I’m talented at making food.”

The chef, who had accidentally overheard the conversation, pursed his lips.

Stop bluffing, Mr. Faymon. If Ms. Garland wants you to make a whole feast, you’ll be quick in admitting your mistake.

in the kitchen a while longer and enjoy him working away, but alas, the doorbell

oranges. Open the

them to deliver oranges here?” Rayna grumbled, but

that it was a woman who opened the door, he froze. “Huh? Is this where… Mr.

drifted toward the two baskets of oranges before the entrance. The smell of them was enticing, and she could not help but pick

“Oh, okay.”

the baskets to a corner before sneaking a glance at Rayna. When he saw how much she was enjoying the oranges, he realized with a start that it was not Curtis who wanted to

now. Please ask Mr. Faymon to just call the orchard if there’s anything else you’d like to eat. I’ll

put on his raincoat and rushed into

Mrs. Faymon?

her Mrs. Faymon, but she had felt nothing about it. Yet, now,

onto Rayna’s face, and she glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the

women’s shoes and things

Maybe it’s a heartless reporter jumping

in love with the oranges, and she simply could

many oranges she had eaten. Finally, Curtis came back out of the kitchen with a plate of hot cheese

the coffee table, Rayna eagerly reached out for it, only to put her

of the oven. It’s certainly going to

shot him a glare.

her, Curtis picked up a bun and blew on it. Once it no longer

took

cheese inside was still hot, and it was a little spicy, but

great,” Rayna mumbled as she took

to finish the bun even if it was bad since it was Curtis’ first time making food. Little did she

one after another

her lips, he took a napkin to wipe her lips. “What’s the hurry? If this isn’t enough for you, I’ll

gentle, and his voice was soft. For a moment, Rayna had forgotten

not fall

about how the man before her was handsome, rich, and so

needed was to stand there, and a whole group of women

make great

and he quickly moved over to her and asked, “Why are you crying again? Do the buns