Dear Sweetheart novel

This weirdo’s cooking skills seem deft.

About half an hour later, Samson served the dishes in the dining area. “Ms. Winton, the food is ready.”

As the irresistible smell filled the air, Kristie hurriedly got up and strode toward the dining table.

When she saw that it was pork chop with cream sauce, her stomach started rumbling.

Samson passed her a fork and urged, “Have a bite.”

“It smells good, but I’m sure it tastes bad.” Kristie scoffed, “You’d better start packing and get ready to leave.”

Then, she had a piece of piping hot pork chop.

It was unexpectedly delicious! The insults she was ready to hurl at him immediately turned into compliments. “Wow! This is superb! Hang on… Why does it taste exactly the same as the food you ordered for me the last time?”

Kristie took another bite and confirmed that the food tasted just like the one she had before. At that instant, she shot Samson a death stare and bellowed, “I can’t believe that you ordered take-out and pretended you cooked it! Shame on you!”

“I was here the entire time. How could I have ordered food delivery?”

Kristie was stumped by his question. She pointed at the window next to the kitchen and claimed, “I bet they were outside, and you used a rope to collect the food from them discreetly. Otherwise, how do you explain the identical tastes of the food I’ve tasted both times?”

Left with no choice, Samson told her the truth. “I know that you’re a picky eater, so I told a lie. The dish you had the last time was also prepared by yours truly. “

“Did I ever say that I’m a picky eater?” Kristie was fuming.

“Mr. Faymon told me that.”

What?

Upset, Kristie sulked as she ate her food.

How dare Curt tell this old fellow everything! He even arranged for him to take care of me without seeking my opinion first!

Samson took a chair and sat beside her, asking, “How is it? Can I stay?”

“Hmph!” As much as Kristie wanted to reject him, she knew she did not like Larissa’s cooking. Hence, she snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued eating the pork chop.

He waited for her to finish her food before lovingly pouring

it down with something

can stay and cook whatever I demand.

Samson acknowledged. “Anything else?”

distance!” Kristie cast him an unfriendly look. She lifted her chin and threatened, “Let me tell you something. My boyfriend is incredibly

expression darkened. “Since when?” he

none of your business. All you need to know is he’s not one to

gripped her wrist with force. “How did you know him? What’s his name?” His gaze was so frightening that he looked

me!” Frowning, Kristie almost teared up. “Let me

I won’t cook

You’re just a bodyguard hired by Curt. Don’t be so insolent.

glaring at her and holding her wrist with a vice-like grip. It

super impressive. I’m going to call him if you don’t let

that,

latter

now? Try it again, and my boyfriend won’t let you off so

chuckled. “Your boyfriend

are you laughing if you’re terrified?” Kristie widened her eyes and huffed in anger. “Are you assuming that I lied to you? Fine, I’ll give him a call now and ask him to

He asked, “Would you like some cream puffs? I’ll make some

I want

“Okay.”

her hands as she watched the man bring the dishes back to the kitchen. She felt something was

why does

…

hastily took a cab

led him into a bedroom and requested that he visits Faymon Group to find out more information from Curtis. At the same time, Samson also wanted Carl to tell Curtis about Rayna’s arrest. Surprisingly, Carl did as he said without

completely baffled. “Isn’t he one of Mr. Curtis’ men? Why doesn’t he ask Mr. Curtis

pulled over by

around and looked at Carl in the passenger seat. “Hey kiddo, you’ve arrived at

“Thank you, Mr. Driver.”

Curtis got out of the cab. He texted Curtis

the company, a receptionist approached him and said, “Hi, kiddo. This way,

“You’re not only beautiful, but you’re also kind-hearted too,” Carl

and swiped the access card. “The elevator will bring you straight to the correct floor. It won’t stop along the way, so I