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.

his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners of his mouth twitched when he went into the kitchen and saw Curtis’

watching for a while, he finally couldn’t help suggesting tactfully, “Say, Mr. Curtis… if you

the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he

oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the

splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled up to his elbows, staining

it, Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta

snagged two pieces of

high, so he could take the

olio with lots

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

and hollered toward the living room,

back to the kitchen to carry the

the pasta was bare,

pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking up at him with puzzlement in his

It’s

also a kid!”

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

Words eluded Carl.

was all torn,

that Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a

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

smile. “Do you

take the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran

but she was rather hungry after

to the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl

a chair, she sat down. When she saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love

to reply when a chilly gaze suddenly fell

promising to teach Carl a lesson in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl backed down and swallowed the words on the tip of