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

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

made the previous time remained vivid in his mind,

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

in the pan splattered onto his shirt

the pasta out

Carl snagged two pieces of tissue and wiped his

he could take the

was aglio olio

Curtis wrongly.

the living room, “Come and have aglio olio, Ms.

hands, he happily went back to the kitchen to

saw that the pasta was bare, with

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 puzzlement in

chicken over. It’s all

also a kid!” Carl protested,

placed it on the plate in

Words eluded Carl.

egg on the pasta was all torn, evidence of Curtis’ inadequate cooking

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

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

smile. “Do

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

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

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

plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love eating fried eggs so much that you don’t even want

to reply when a chilly gaze suddenly fell

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