Dear Sweetheart novel

“Mom!” Rayna whipped her head toward her mother. “Are you not going to help me out?”

“I-I don’t have anything to say to this.” Linda was surprised to hear Rayna call out for her. Cautiously, she said, “I think Mr. Faymon is right…”

“Right? You call this right? He’s guilt-tripping me!”

Rayna was shaking from fury when she realized that even her mother was not taking her side. In the next second, she shoved her chair away and stormed outside.

“Ms. Linda, please continue with your meal.” With that said, Curtis hurried after her.

Right as Rayna reached the garden, Curtis, who caught up with her, grabbed her hand tightly.

“Are you going back? I’ll send you home.”

“I don’t need that!” Rayna bellowed. “Let go of me!”

Yet, Curtis brought her to the open-air parking lot and shoved her into the car as if he could not hear her.

After getting into the driver’s seat, he was greeted by the sight of Rayna’s angry expression. At that, he let out a silent chuckle before leaning over to buckle her safety belt for her.

When he pulled the safety belt past her stomach, he saw a slight bump in her stomach.

Then, he tugged on the safety belt to check its elasticity to make sure that it would not press too much against her stomach.

As he started the car, he asked, “Back to the condominium?”

Rayna turned her head toward the window and ignored him.

He slowly drove out of the Faymon residence as both continued to stay silent.

When Curtis noticed that the air conditioner was directed at Rayna, he reached over to push the flaps up and increased the temperature.

Once Rayna realized that the inside of the car had gotten hotter, she grimaced and pushed the flap back down to direct the breeze at herself.

“Stop messing with it.” Curtis pushed it back up.

“Who’s messing with you? I’m feeling hot.” Rayna huffed and redirected the air conditioner at herself. “If you don’t want me to be in your car, stop the car and let me off.”

“You’ll be feeling unwell later if you have the air conditioner directed at you,” he said.

warning her that she was risking another round of chiding from

looked back out of the

the underground garage before taking the elevator to Good Times Restaurant on the second

wedding dress, the second they stepped out of the elevator, the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look at

a brief glance with a polite smile. “It has been a

hummed quietly in response and brought Rayna

me here?” she uttered in a low voice, still angry. “I don’t want to eat. I want to

had realized that her wedding dress was attracting a lot

“I realized you weren’t eating much at home, so I brought you

is your home.

never said it was your home either.” Curtis turned to glimpse at

stiffened. Once she realized what the conversation had

she was tired. No matter how long she fought with him, the man would

she began ordering everything she set

an hour later, all the dishes she ordered

the entire day, so she was indeed hungry. Furthermore, the food at Good Times

choke on her food before pushing the glass of grape juice toward her. “No one’s

at him, but as she had stuffed her mouth full of

“You… Don’t talk…”

himself. “All right, all right. I won’t say anything

into the meat, but before she could swallow, nausea rushed

Her face turned ashen.

vomited the food she just ate

his face almost as pale as hers. “Did you eat

felt uncomfortable after that. “This is frustrating. My pregnancy symptoms are getting worse.

eat so much during their

ached when

she had been having a rough time since she had gotten pregnant, but this

no colors on Rayna’s face

Curtis softly asked. “I’ll ask them to send some

only took a turn for the worse at the

had to endure the troubles and symptoms that came

hate him

it back then, but you said to

possibly have heard what

softened his voice even more and said, “Okay, okay, this is all my fault. Have more of this tomato