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.

culinary classes and improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners of his mouth twitched when he went

for a while, he finally couldn’t help suggesting tactfully, “Say, Mr. Curtis… if you can’t cook, we can order takeaway. There are

previous time remained vivid in his

without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan

his shirt that had been rolled

instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta out and

two pieces of tissue

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

was aglio olio with lots of

have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render him like a novice, the pasta he made

the living room, “Come

to the kitchen

that the pasta was bare, with just

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

chicken over. It’s all

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

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

Words eluded Carl.

egg on the pasta was all torn, evidence of Curtis’ inadequate cooking

still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why, is

pouted. “This is favoritism, Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot

“Do you still

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

want to eat at first, but she was rather hungry after having vomited the entire

table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl trotting out

saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his plate,

he was just about to reply when a

the next second if he