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.

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 Curtis’

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

time remained vivid in

without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of the

onto his shirt that had been

pasta out

two pieces of tissue and wiped his

he could take the

olio with lots

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

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

he happily went back to the kitchen to

carried the second plate, he saw that the pasta was

pasta 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

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

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

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

Words eluded Carl.

was all torn, evidence of Curtis’

his hands. When he noticed that Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why, is it not enough for you?

a lot of grilled chicken,

a smile. “Do you still want

the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off with the pasta

hungry after having

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

plate, she said

about to reply when

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 backed down and swallowed the words on the tip of