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

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

bun Curtis made the previous time remained vivid in his mind,

if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he

his shirt that had been rolled up to his

Carl, “Carry the pasta out and call Ms.

pieces of tissue and wiped

wasn’t that high, so he could

aglio olio with lots of

fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render

the

to the kitchen

plate, he saw that the

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

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

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

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

Words eluded Carl.

egg on the pasta was all torn,

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

Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you didn’t

“Do you still want

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

at first, but she was rather hungry after having

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

plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love eating fried eggs so much

was just about to reply when a chilly gaze

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 backed down and