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.

some culinary classes and improved his cooking

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

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

even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against

in the pan splattered onto his shirt that

Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta out and call

of tissue and wiped

could take the pasta by going

olio with lots

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

hollered toward the living room,

to the kitchen to carry the other plate

second plate, he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some

plate of pasta is mine, Mr. Curtis? Isn’t there supposed to be a huge pile of grilled chicken on

bring much grilled chicken over. It’s

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

out 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 you were the one who asked for

Words eluded Carl.

fried egg on the pasta was all

stains on his hands. When he noticed that Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why,

lot of grilled chicken, yet

“Do

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

want to eat at first, but she was rather hungry after having vomited

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

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

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Carl a lesson in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the