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

“Say, Mr. Curtis… if you can’t cook, we can order takeaway.

the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he

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

pan splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled up to

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

pieces of tissue and wiped

he could take the pasta by going on

olio

fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite

and hollered toward the living room, “Come

went back to the kitchen to carry

he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some basil on

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

It’s

kid!” Carl protested,

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

Words eluded Carl.

egg on the pasta was all torn, evidence

with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why, is it not enough for you?

lot

flashed him a smile. “Do you still want this

out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off with the pasta that only had a

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

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

a fried egg on his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love eating fried eggs so

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the next second if he dared complain