Dear Sweetheart novel

Carl chuckled. “I heard you having a row with Mr. Curtis and saying that he was annoying.”

“That’s all?”

Carl’s eyes promptly lit up. “Don’t tell me you had a fight with Mr. Curtis even earlier? Did you win?”

Phew! Luckily, he didn’t overhear those matters Curtis and I discussed.

Relief suffused Rayna. Rolling her eyes at him, she snapped, “Where did you mind go? Why would we get into a fight? Besides, would he dare fight me when he’s a man while I’m a pregnant lady?”

“It’s a possibility.” Throwing two grapes into his mouth, Carl continued in a garbled voice, “Did you not notice that you’re unbelievably hot-tempered with Mr. Curtis? You always scold him, so it’s entirely possible that you got physical with him.”

The instant Rayna heard that, her face darkened at once. “When have I been hot-tempered?”

“It’s true, Ms. Rayna. I’ve observed it. When you previously brought Mr. Hamilton over, you were incredibly gentle with him without the slightest hint of a temper. However, you’re exceedingly fierce with Mr. Curtis. You hadn’t talked to him nicely since he came, and you even chastised him for being annoying earlier.” Carl narrated his analysis to her, his tone confident.

Is that really me?

Stunned by his comment, Rayna pondered upon it and found that it was seemingly true, but she had never been aware of it.

Subsequently, Carl questioned in a murmur, “Do you still love Mr. Curtis, Ms. Rayna? I heard women are only so hot-tempered and impetuous before the person they love.”

Grabbing a few grapes, Rayna stuffed them all into his mouth and glared at him. “No! Stop running your mouth. You’re almost as annoying as him. Eat your grapes!”

His cheeks puffed up from the bunch of grapes stuffed into his mouth. He couldn’t even utter a single word. Utter helplessness deluged him.

Hmph! I’ve undoubtedly got it right and hit her sore spot. Look at her embarrassed expression! That’s the best evidence!

Disdained by Rayna, he escaped to the kitchen to look for Curtis.

had confidently offered to cook supper because he had attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners of his

Mr. Curtis… if you

remained vivid in his mind, and he

even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of

splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled up

Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta

Carl snagged two pieces of

he could take the pasta

aglio olio with lots of

it pretty fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled

hollered toward the living room, “Come and have aglio olio, Ms.

to the

plate, he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some basil on

Curtis? Isn’t there supposed to be a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking

grilled chicken over. It’s all on Rayna’s plate,” Curtis answered

is unfair, Mr. Curtis! I’m also a kid!” Carl protested, wearing an aggrieved

from the pan, Curtis carefully placed it on the plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are

Words eluded Carl.

all torn, evidence

Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why, is it not enough for you?

favoritism, Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you didn’t even give

flashed him a smile. “Do you still

to take the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off with

but she was rather hungry after having vomited the

slowly went to the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl trotting out of the kitchen with a

plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You

lips moved, and he was just about to reply when a

a threatening look in his eyes, seemingly promising to teach Carl a lesson in the next second if he