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.

the man had confidently offered to cook supper because he had attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking skills.

Curtis… if you can’t cook, we can order takeaway. There are still restaurants

the previous time remained vivid in

you’re mute if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil

of the oil in the pan splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled up

pasta out and call Ms. Rayna to

two pieces of

countertop wasn’t that high, so he could take the pasta

olio with

a deep whiff, finding it pretty fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render him like a novice, the pasta

the living room,

back to the kitchen to carry

the pasta was bare, with just some

grilled

didn’t bring much grilled chicken over. It’s

kid!” Carl protested, wearing an

plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are rich in nutrients, and you

Words eluded Carl.

was all torn, evidence of Curtis’ inadequate cooking

he quirked a brow and asked, “Why,

lot of

flashed him a smile. “Do you

seeing that the man intended to take the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off with

but she was rather hungry after having vomited

of steaming hot aglio olio that

fried egg on his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love eating fried eggs so much that you don’t even want grilled

was just about to reply when a chilly gaze suddenly fell on

lesson in the next second if he