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.

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

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

bun Curtis made the previous time remained vivid in

mute if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of the cookware and cracked

of the oil in the pan splattered onto his shirt

the pasta out and call Ms. Rayna to

pieces of

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

aglio olio

a deep whiff, finding it pretty fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements

pasta out and hollered toward the

back to the kitchen to carry the other plate

second plate, he saw that the pasta was bare, with

to be a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl

chicken over. It’s all on

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

Taking out the fried egg from the pan, Curtis carefully placed it on the plate in the boy’s

Words eluded Carl.

on the pasta was all torn, evidence of Curtis’

with the pasta, he quirked a brow

There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you didn’t even give

him a smile. “Do you still want this pasta,

the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off

was rather hungry after having vomited the entire

the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled

his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love

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