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. Regretfully, the corners of his mouth twitched when he went into

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

remained vivid in his mind, and he

that the oil

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

the pasta out and call

Carl snagged two pieces of tissue

he could take the pasta by

aglio olio

doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that

and hollered toward the living room, “Come and have aglio

back to the kitchen to carry the other plate

saw that the pasta was bare,

be a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking up

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

also a kid!” Carl protested, wearing an

in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are

Words eluded Carl.

all torn, evidence of Curtis’ inadequate

the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why,

Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you

“Do you still want this pasta,

hands, Carl swiftly ran

she was rather hungry after having vomited the entire day and

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

she sat down. When she saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his plate,

was just about to reply when

in his eyes, seemingly 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