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.

to cook supper because he had attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners of his mouth twitched when he went into the kitchen and saw

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

made the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he never wanted to eat that

turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of the cookware and cracked it

the pan splattered onto his shirt that had been

it, Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta out and

two pieces of tissue and wiped

high, so he could take the pasta by going on his

was aglio olio with lots of

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

out and hollered toward the living room, “Come and

he happily went back to

the

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

bring much grilled chicken over. It’s all on Rayna’s plate,”

kid!” Carl protested, wearing an aggrieved expression on his

the plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are rich in

Words eluded Carl.

fried egg on the pasta was all torn, evidence of

quirked a

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

“Do you still want this

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

hungry after having vomited the entire day

aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl trotting out of the

sat down. When she saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love eating fried eggs so much that you don’t

was just about to reply

kitchen, had a threatening look in his eyes, seemingly promising to teach Carl a lesson in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl